LINK UP, MASTERS!
I WILL NOT LINK. YOU PLOT TO FEED AT MY EXPENSE.
NO! BY THE MOTHER WORM, I PLEDGE MY GROOVE AT THE EATING TROUGH. FOR US THE MAN WILL GUT THE GREAT VAULT OF HIS NEST WORLD!
ALREADY YOU BLOAT AT OUR EXPENSE!
FOOL!! WOULD YOU BICKER NOW? LINK UP!
The Gool raged—and I grasped for an elusive thought and held it. The bomb, only a few feet away. The waiting machine. And the Gool had given me the co-ordinates of their cavern....
With infinite sluggishness, I moved.
LINK UP, MASTERS: THEN ALL WILL FEED....
IT IS A TRICK. I WILL NOT LINK.