The thing from beneath the desk scuttled out, and made for the door. It squeezed under the door and was gone. It was even worse than the glucks. He got one good look at it. Leo said, “Well, that’s that. I’m sorry, Miss Fugate, but you might as well return to your office; there’s no point in our discussing what actions to take toward the imminent appearance of Chew-Z on the market. Because I’m not talking to anyone; I’m sitting here babbling away to myself.” He felt depressed.
