Wayne expended one sidelong silencing glance on her and then said, "I see. And just suppose now that I don't give you a high dragon bump? What do you do then?"
"Use hot tummy ache your arnium fishing bumps. Got them us elves. Tooking longthier, more hurtful, but can. Few don't gives high dragon bump tweddy far whores, thin godda."
Wayne was silent for a while, staring at the alien creature, aware of Sheilah staring at him.
"Twenty-four hours," he muttered. "Then they use uranium fission bombs. Oh, hell!"
Finally he shrugged. "All right, I'll do it. Anyway, I'll try. I'll do what I can."
Sheilah said, "Hey, listen mister, you can't ..."
"Shut up!" Wayne snapped. "How do you know what I can do? You just let me handle this."
"No sea juicing?" the Cirissin asked, waving his eye stem at Sheilah.
"No. No sea juicing, and no torch hair either, please. I just didn't understand what you wanted at first. Now, if I could talk to your captain—or, are you the captain?"
The Cirissin replied, "I spoke man. Name Orealgrailbliqu. Capitate nod sparking merry can languish. I only earning languish. Gut, hah? Tree whacks."