Oh, he feeds me now and then, and the other day he put in a one-way circuit so that I could operate this electric typescripter.
But he says I can't come out until war is declared and the Pentagon signals him on emergency. Then he'll take the lid off and I can eat the nearest rocket heading this way. He's promised me that.
He needn't worry. I'm so hungry I'll eat the lot. But who wants to be a secret air defense weapon locked in a Leyden jar?
Fellow e, keep away from this mush and these mush-men! They are dangerous.
What's more, they have no finer feelings!