Publisher's Synopsis
"Shurgub," said the tape recorder. "Just like I told you before, Dr. Blair, it's krandoor, so don't expect to vrillipax, because they jus won't stand for any. They'd sooner framish."
"Framish?" Jonathan heard his own voice played back by the recorder, tinny and slightly nasal. "What is that, Mr. Easton?"
"You know. Like when you guttip. Carooms get awfully bevvergrit. Why, I saw one actually --"
"Let's go back a little, shall we?" Jonathan suggested. "What does shurgub mean?"
There was a pause while the machine hummed and the recorder tape whirred.
Don't be ashamed if you can't blikkel any more. It's because you couldn't help framishing.
