George, the android, stared at Raymond. "Sir, you have an extremely high fat content."
Raymond briefly described his android to Mr. Groober, and the latter shook his head sadly. "Looks as if they've got a lot in common."
Raymond nodded sympathetically.
The door-announcer sang out again: "Visitor!"
A little old lady entered. "I am Mrs. Quimby," she announced in a squeaky voice. "And this is Daisy."
Daisy followed her in, walking on its hands. Raymond stared curiously at Daisy and remarked, "That's a new twist."
Mrs. Quimby said with bitterness, "That ain't all Daisy does."
Daisy suddenly collapsed to the floor, leaped to its feet, and began jumping up and down. Its feet hit the floor with a crash; it's head hit the ceiling with a thud; up and down, up and down.
Raymond asked, "How do you stop it? My ceiling can't take much more of that."
Mrs. Quimby said, "Don't know. Depends on the ceiling."