"No," the Leader said warily. "Vhat?"
"You're going to start pressing those buttons, one at a time, from right to left. You're going to talk to all the big shots wired to those buttons and you're going to order the country demobilized, tonight."
"Hah?" the Leader said. "And since vhen?"
"Right now," Toffee said. "You are going to have every bomb and every facility for making bombs blown to dust in the cool of the night. Every piece of live ammunition in the country is going to be laid to rest. By your order. So get busy and start having the danger areas cleared."
The Leader only stared at her in blinking disbelief.
"Voop!" he burped with deep emotion.
"And what is the meaning of that remark?" Toffee asked.
"Means you iss goofy. Means you got bats in the bonnet."
"And you're going to have ants in the pants if you don't start pressing your moist little finger to those buttons." Toffee eyed him humorlessly. "Are you going to start pressing or aren't you? You've had the word."
"I'm waste no more time talking foolish with dorty, saxy dame like you," the Leader said petulantly. He got up and started determinedly toward the door. "I call new guards and have them carry you avay."