"So what"s your opinion, huh? Were they really Martians?"
Polyphemus puffed up even more and bawled: "Hey, who"s that talking about Martians? Watch out!"
But they paid no more attention to him. The tongues came completely unhinged: "The car might be Martian, but they themselves are not Martians, that"s for sure. Their ways are the same as ours, human."
"Right! What do Martians care about narcotics, I"d like to know."
"Hey, you old-timers, a new broom sweeps clean. But what business of theirs is our stomach juice?"
"No, gentlemen, those were no people. Too calm, you see, too quiet. I think they were Martians. They work like machines."
"Right, machines! Robots! Why should the Martians dirty their hands? They have robots."
Pandareus, unable to hold back, also joined in the guessing gam
