"Lord love a lobster!" he gasped.
George gazed on these reactions with amazed satisfaction. Obviously these mortals were pathetically easy to please; if a simple demonstration of levitation could cause this much concern, just think how they'd react to some of his other accomplishments! The ham bone popped out in George's restrained soul like an internal rash.
With a small formal bow, first fore, then aft, the self-dazzled spook sat down with a flourish, placed his hand comfortably behind his neck, and stretched out with suspenseful deliberation. Then, dangling one foot lazily in space, he dissolved his head.
George threw the courtroom into an uproar as he suddenly dematerialized his head....
As a low moan issued through the courtroom, one of the photographers nearest this dreadful scene turned to another of his kind.
"You know, Harry," he said in a controlled voice, "I've been thinking. You and me, we've been in this racket an awful long time now."