Pisces II scratched in the sand with his claws, thinking. Then he said, "Only one alternative exists. If you remain, the storm will wreck your ship. Take us aboard now, and blast off for your home planet. To stay here means death."
Ingomar snorted and turned back toward his ship. He thought, "Take them aboard my ship? Not in a million years." He saw their plan, now. They wanted to get into his ship. Then, by some means he could not now foresee, they would take the ship away from him.
He was so shaken by this conclusion that he quickly retreated to safety, closing the airlock. The birds stayed outside. They were arguing between themselves. He could tell by the gesticulations they made with their heads. Once Pisces I attacked Pisces II viciously, raking him mercilessly with sharp talons. Pisces II fought back ferociously. They rolled over and over in the sand. Ingomar threw a switch that gave him communication outside the ship, and yelled at them.
They stopped fighting at once. He said, "Have you two lost your minds?"
Pisces II laughed. "Now how could one lose his mind? It goes with him everywhere."
"All right," Ingomar said. "I meant, have you become insane?"
"Of course not," Pisces I said. "We are peaceful entities. We intentionally developed this argument to break the monotony of life here."
"Is it so bad as that?"
"It is terrible. Will you take us aboard?"