Jean shrugged and went back to where the Venerians squatted. "He says dance."
Evelyn and Gail stepped properly, I should say primly, aside and the other three began stomping about. The rhythm was infectious. The movements became more heated and shouts of approval began to ring out.
"Dance, Gookie!"
"Whapperoonie!"
"Go go go Gook!"
I was delighted. So was everyone else. The dance grew more and more violent. There was a great deal of body contact in it. Evelyn and Gail looked longingly at the gyrating three, but kept out of it. I wondered why—never knowing that the Venerians are a very conventional people.
Pancho was delighted. So was the Professor. In the middle of it, the prof raised his hands and made a signal. An earsplitting clangor broke from the Eyespy.
The Venerians stopped.
Everyone stared at the Eye.
And at me.