"Like a fish," Maxwell said, lunging to his feet.
When we were back in the room, Maxwell said: "Hell, I don't see that telenoshis is such a damn menash to society, if all you have to do is get drunk."
"You want a nation of alcoholics?" I said. I sat down on the bed and untied my shoes. "Anyway, whasha difference? D. T. horrors or 'noshis horrors? Whash worse?"
Maxwell grunted.
We both had to sleep in the same bed, and Maxwell was a restless sleeper. I had finally crept into the lower depths of slumber, where it was warm and snug, when he poked me sharply in the ribs.
"What's that?" he demanded. He was sitting up.
"What's what?"
"Listen!"
I heard it. Click-click-click....