NARRATOR: 45th South at the 10th, Deck Three. This office is quite secure.
MISTER ALISS: I am not understanding them, My Prime. These are waters of confusion.
NARRATOR: Thurl will be calling Tagon in less than six hours. This call is completely unrelated to that one...
MISTER ALISS: Hiring was done from amid the most violent class of humans, and yet there was no death!
The anticipated overreaction was absent, and the final outcome was a brilliant profit!
And the beauty... These war-apes swim through the air. I am longing in secret to join them.
ALISS PRIME: Is this your human form itching, as they say, for combat?
MISTER ALISS: Oh terrors no! No itching!
And... oh depths. Now needing new pants.