I was told that the planet contained resources which I could utilize to make weapons. I chose a rock.
Unfortunately the Gorn Commander also chose a rock, and he had better aim.
I tried pushing a large rock on top of him, but it was to no avail.
I remembered that old Pat Benetar song "Sex as a Weapon" and thought it was my only hope. I turned on the charm.
After several hours of "battle" we decided to end our conflict.
The galaxy is at peace once more. I think the Gorn Commander and I have a real shot at a relationship, and I think the Metrons were watching us because I thought I heard fapping.