But it was too late to go back on her decision. If she told Errruorerrrrrhch about Apate now, a day later, it would definitely be curtains for her.
“Squashpumps have infested a number of dandrobians,” said her manager, “though neither side have exact figures on how many.”
“The dandrobians don’t know how many of them were killed?” Carrie’s eyebrows lifted. Maybe no one would have noticed Apate was missing either, in that case.
Errruorerrrrrhch’s inner jaws protruded and she moved forwards, almost out of the hologram’s beams. Carrie was glad her manager was tens of thousands of light years away.
“No dandrobians have been killed, Transgalactic Intercultural Community Crisis Liaison Officer Hatchett. I said they were infested. Squashpumps take up residence in the brains of their victims.”
