"Fine," beamed the speaker for the little men.
"Well," said Thompson uncomfortably, slipping into his coat. "You want anything more?"
"We're nicely comfortable, thank you," said the green man. "Goodbye."
"Be seein' you." Thompson slammed the door behind him and added to himself, "I hope not."
The sign on the door said:
HERMAN VOSSMAN:
PSYCHIATRIST
Walk in
Thompson walked in. There was nobody in the outer office so he walked to the inner office door and knocked.
"Come in," answered a German accent.
Thompson entered and beheld a small, thin, bespectacled man seated behind a modernistic steel desk.