The fat man looked down at his rumpled suit. "I ... ah ... was caught a little short today. Didn't have time to change. I'm a busy man. And what business is it of yours?" He clamped his jaw shut, eyed Brett warily.
"I'm a stranger here," Brett said. "I want to find out what's going on in this place—"
"Buy an amusement guide. Lists all the shows—"
"I don't mean that. I mean these dummies all over the place, and the Gels—"
"What dummies? Jells? Jello? You don't like Jello?"
"I love Jello. I don't—"
"Just ask the waiter. He'll bring you your Jello. Any flavor you like. Now if you'll excuse me ..."
"I'm talking about the brown things; they look like muddy water. They come around if you interfere with a scene."
The fat man looked nervous. "Please. Go away."
"If I make a disturbance, the Gels will come. Is that what you're afraid of?"