"Shut up!" hissed Bronstein.
Doc shook his head. "It won't listen. Not even to epistemological discourse."
"It'll listen to me, all right." Bronstein couldn't understand why the Maggot at the proper entrance hadn't arrived. Perhaps Eamon amp; Co. had nailed it. Still, she wasn't going to take any chances.
FOR LOOTING! HOW DARE YOU?" The volume that the creature could muster would, must call the Maggots down on them.
Bronstein took to her wings. As she swooped down on the noisy little thing, it leaped away. It was faster than she was, and that leap had taken it a good fifteen yards.
It stood up on its hind legs, blew her a raspberry and then roared at her. She'd heard less noise coming out of a drill sergeant.