"Look what he's doin!" he shouted. "Just look at him!"
The Prowler seemed to be bent on systematic destruction of the space ship. His jaws were ripping at the steel plating.... Ripping at it and tearing it away, peeling it off the frame as one might peel an orange.
"Hey," howled Stiffy. "You can't do that. Get out of there, you danged...."
The Prowler turned to look at them, a heavy power cable in its mouth.
"You'll be electrocuted," yelped Stiffy. "Danged if it won't serve you right."
But, far from being electrocuted, the Prowler seemed to be enjoying himself. He sucked at the power cable and his eyes eyes glowed blissfully.
Stiffy flourished his pistol.
"Get away," he yelled. "Get away or I'll blister your danged hide."
