"It will never work!" Augie shrieked. "Your plan is utterly mad!"
"Id bedder work," Pordo said significantly, "or I'm afraid I shall be forced do adminisder drasdic punishment do dose who have dus wasded my dime. Good-day, gendlemen!"
We watched the receding figures through the bars and, when Pordo was out of sight, Augie said through grim lips:
"I don't like it, Tod. He's hitting into something he can't handle!"
The fifth day of our confinement, Augie did something that almost put the fat in the fire.
A guard brought our food and water each day and would dawdle awhile in the cell, heaping salt on our wounds by informing us of how well the experiment was going forward. This day he was exceptionally boastful and Augie was feeling particularly testy about the whole thing.
The Jovian had explained in much detail how you could actually see the Plutonians evolving as the formula took effect. His eyes bugged in awe as he told how the skin and flesh stretched and twisted on the skeletons, forming itself into new substance.
As he turned to leave, smug in the knowledge he had paved the way for a sleepless night, Augie jumped from the cot and hissed after him:
"Mismu T!"