The interpreter ran up and whipped something from his pocket. It looked like a miniature piano skeleton. He tripped a hammer. There was a faint tinkle. Instantly one of the Little People produced a single miniature hammer and tapped it rapidly against his skull. The interpreter tripped another hammer. A second little one responded.
Suddenly one of the Little People ran over and tripped all the interpreter's hammers simultaneously. The Little People winced.
"Oh," said the interpreter. "Well, it's their planet." He hustled Groverzb out to a freight ship that was warming up for takeoff.
"Is everyone insane?" Groverzb croaked. "I demand to know what this is all about!"
The interpreter shoved Groverzb into the ship.
"They say you talk too much!" he yelled, as he slammed the door.
END