"All?"
"Well, enough of them to provide for the planet's income."
"Why, that's marvelous," Miss Featherpenny said. "It won't matter that other species think they're cute. Everybody takes dentists seriously."
"Their appearance will work for them," Andy said. "Think of children's dentistry."
"Let's go tell them right away," Miss Featherpenny said, feeling like a Bobbsey twin.
Andy swayed upward.
"Sit still," Miss Featherpenny commanded. "I'll bring you some coffee."
Blahrog accepted the suggestion with Felician phlegm and ministerial greed. "We'll have to change the tax system, since most of our working population will be living off-planet."
"Maybe you could work out a rotation system, Papa." Hrom had sneaked into the council chamber.