"If I heard that straight, either Doc McPherson is drunk or he's got something very interesting. I wonder which."
The thin man wandered casually over to the jar the doctor was holding and took it.
"Not drunk," he considered, holding the jar up in the air. "But...."
And then his thoughts ran riot in a stream of edibles. He was thinking of electronics, protons, ions, electrons, gamma, delta and alpha particles, and I couldn't resist it. I'm sorry. I just had to eat him, his thoughts were so delicious.
Doctor McPherson stared down at the thin body on the floor and walked out of the room. He left the jar where it had rolled on the floor of mush.
I was quite happy. It must have been a laboratory of some sort. There were refreshing sources all over the room.
I was still tasting and testing here and there when the doctor returned with another pair of mush-men—humans, I mean—and they had a long conversation in their heads about the late scientist and the contents of the jar. Finally, they picked up the jar with a long rod of static energy—some metal, I suppose. They took it away.