"You realize, I suppose, Mr. Jones," said the bald Commissioner beside me, "that your client is in the process of eating up the Earth." He breathed heavily.
Lood was beaming and hopping up and down at the success of his experiment. I touched him in the general area of a shoulder. He looked at me.
"No," I said firmly, shaking my head.
"No?"
"No!"
His round eyes became tearful and his little green body shook.
"Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear."
"Antiseptics?" I asked.
"Oh, yus," he confirmed sadly.