"And those chopping movements of its hands," said Francine. "The swaying body, the undulations, the facial contortions." She shook her head. "It's almost like a bizarre dance."
"What are you driving at?" asked Ohashi.
"I've been wondering what would happen if we had a leading choreographer compose a dance to those sounds, and if we put it on for...."
"Faaa!" snorted Zakheim.
"All right," said Francine. "But we should be using some kind of random stimulation pattern on these Galactics. Why don't we bring in a nightclub singer? Or a circus barker? Or a magician? Or...."
"We tried a full-blown schizoid," said Goré.
Zakheim grunted. "And you got exactly what such tactics deserve: your schizoid sat there and played with his fingers for an hour!"
"The idea of using artists from the entertainment world intrigues me," said Ohashi. "Some No dancers, perhaps." He nodded. "I'd never thought about it. But art is, after all, a form of communication."
"So is the croaking of a frog in a swamp," said Zakheim.
"Did you ever hear about the Paradox Frog?" asked Francine.