Michael spat it out. "Wha'evah," he said, "Thienth ith thtupid, becauth y' need t' be han's-on in life. Mah tong ith nom now, bah nah you know tha ea'in' i's a ba' idea."*

He regarded the dead beast thoughtfully. "I' coul' a' leatht ha' tha dethenthy t' tathte goo', tho' Ah wondah wha' would happ'n if a worthe anthel ate it."**




* "Whatever. Science is stupid, because you need to be hands-on in life. My tongue is numb, but now now you know that eating it is a bad idea."

** "It could at least have had the decency to taste good, although I wonder what would happen if a worse angel ate it."