“So you are demanding that I will respect you?” the little green creature sitting on the pen-stand asked him.
“Of course!” he said arrogantly; rubbing the glass of his spectacles to show his impatience. A few minutes ago he was jolted out of his sweet sleep in air-conditioned bedroom’s king-size bed.
The creature that woke him up demanded an explanation why he will not change him into a vulture that thrived on corpses.
