An open letter to the Midgardians. Ever so sorry about trying to enslave your world and all that. No harm done, yes? Look, I have brought you a peace offering. It is a dismembered fowl with a disproportionate number of legs dipped in some sort of hot oil and then arranged in a red and white bucket created by your Colonel. Truly this is the height of Midgardian cuisine.
So we are, as you mortals might say, "all good" now, correct?