Very funny.
He was like a turtle, de Hooch thought. Perfectly safe as long as he was in his shell, but take him out of it and he would die.
Hell of a way to spend the night, he thought. A night in shining armor.
That struck him as funny. He began to laugh. And laugh.
He almost laughed himself sick before he realized that it was fear and despair that were driving him into hysteria, not a sense of humor. He forced himself to calmness.
He must be calm.
He must think.
Yes.
How do you go about getting rid of a radioactive metal that is in effect welded to the outside of your suit?
The trouble was, he was a nucleonics engineer, not a chemist. He remembered quite a bit of his chemistry, of course, but not as much as he would have liked.