I turned to Lood.
"You must stop it," I said.
"Oh, yus," he agreed, nodding happily. "Most marvelous, no. Ample housing for all and sundry. Homes for peoples. Immediate occupancy. You like basic plan house, yus?"
"Mr. Lood," snarled the fat Commissioner. "The problem on every habitable planet so far has been to find room to build. Earth is congested...."
Distant crashing informed me that an unprecedented houseclearing was still going on.
"... And so are all authorized planets yet discovered. I speak for my learned brethren in saying that this ... this anthill of yours is one thing the Galactic Community can do without."
"And do without right now," added his bald colleague.
"You wish to stop?" asked Lood.
Small tears filled the periphery of his round eyes.
"Yes," I confirmed brutally. "Can you stop it?"