"He's a pleomorph," Dal said. "No cellular structure at all, just a protein-colloid matrix."
Jack glowered at the inert little pink lump. "Don't be silly," he said, curious in spite of himself. "What holds him together?"
"Who knows? I don't. Some kind of electro-chemical cohesive force. The only reason he has 'eyes' is because he thinks I want him to have eyes. If you don't like it, he won't have them any more."
"Well, that's very obliging," Jack said. "But why do you keep him around? What good does he do you, anyhow? All he does is eat and drink and sleep."
"Does he have to do something?" Dal said evasively. "He isn't bothering you. Why pick on him?"
"He just seems to worry you an awful lot," Jack said unpleasantly. "Let's see him a minute." He reached out for Fuzzy, then jerked his finger back with a yelp. Blood dripped from the finger tip.
Jack's face slowly went white. "Why, he—he bit me!"
"Yes, and you're lucky he didn't take a finger off," Dal said, trembling with anger. "He doesn't like you any more than I do, and you'll get bit every time you come near him, so you'd better keep your hands to yourself."
"Don't worry," Jack Alvarez said, "he won't get another chance. You can just get rid of him."
"Not a chance," Dal said. "You leave him alone and he won't bother you, that's all. And the same thing goes for me."