"Your Honors," I interrupted. "At this point I propose a few simple demonstrations of what Mr. Lood and his people can do."
"May I inquire if either of my learned brethren know any way in which we can charge Mr. Jones with rebuilding costs, if necessary?" asked the bald Commissioner.
"Your Honors, I assure you...."
"Proceed at your peril, Mr. Jones."
I walked over to the exhibit table and pointed to a row of jars.
"Exhibits A through G, Your Honors. Samples of food and beverages produced by my clients without raw materials and from the expert culture of bacteria."
I held up a jar full of mauve fungus. It was the most attractive example.
"I would hardly call feeding on funguses a sign of a responsible humanoid race, Mr. Jones."
"Perhaps Your Honor will recall the part played by bacteria in making milk, cheese, wine, beer, bread."