The dancing girls were continuing their gyrations, but he knew they were laughing.
He felt that he had been robbed of his dignity and humiliated, and he was eager to take flight from the harem. Again and again he sought to struggle up, but Fake and Fraud pulled him back and held him.
“Oh, good old Lobster!” they cooed. “We love old Lobster. Him great joke.”
“I demand to be released!” gasped the professor. “If you hang onto me you’ll regret it! I’m a desperate man! I’m dangerous!”
He had managed to recover his teeth and thrust them back into his mouth, and now Fraud sought to mollify him by restoring his wig, which she placed on his head, hind side foremost.
“If this is what the owner of a harem has to endure, I’m thankful I don’t own one,” declared Zenas.
Then they patted his cheeks and sought in various ways to pacify him.
“We like you,” they protested.
“Well, you both have hanged queer ways of showing your affection, that’s all I’ve got to say!” he retorted.
“Maybe old Lobster like to kiss me?” questioned Fraud.