"I couldn't tell you," the Doctor replied, shrugging a little. "Mythical beast? Maybe a rival sub-race? Sounds a bit like that old astronauts versus cavemen question. Ever heard that one? Astronauts would win, of course. Superior intellect usually beats out brute force no matter the situation."

He stirred the strange tea that he'd been given and took a sip. It tasted like seaweed. Oh, well. At least it wasn't pears.

"Perhaps they're used to dealing with lies. People shifting their opinion to the given situation so no one felt they could trust anyone else. If nothing else, I imagine it makes political races more interesting.