In military formation, they clubbed their way through their enemies, battering and smashing until Candy was free, with a dozen dying horals on the ground, their tentacles contracting and writhing. The Quxa leader made his bobbing bow to her.
"How do," he said politely. "We dip them in calcimine vat, you bet. We hang them out like wash. Now we give team yell."
The Quxas put their arms around each other's shoulders. In unison, they chanted:
"Hoe tomata; hoe potata
Half past alligata,
Bum, bum, bulligata,
Chickala dah!