He relaxed again. "Well, at the rate we're going, it'll be a long time before earth laboratories ever have the opportunity to mess around with our pal the zloor."
I got a chair and sat down facing him and said seriously, "Mike, brief me on what you and the other fellows have tried."
"You don't have to ask. That goes with membership in the club," he grinned. "Among other things, we've tried building a steel box around one of them with the idea of putting wheels on it later."
"That sounds good."
"Uh huh. The trouble was that when the zloor felt like moving he walked right through the side of the steel box like you or I'd walk through a wall of tissue paper."
"How about poisoning one?" I rapped. "You could get a dead one back a lot easier than—"
"They don't poison," he said, "and from what we can figure they're practically immortal. We have never found a dead one."
"What'd'ya mean, they don't poison?"
"Just that. Nap, that animal can eat anything organic and thrive on it. Evidently, no poison that nature has ever produced affects it. At least, none of us have been able to dream one up."