The big man eased the piano off his back and stood looking at Groverzb. "You ain't gonna like it here." He mopped his face. "Boy, will I ever be glad to get off this cockeyed planet." Groverzb pushed at his spectacles, sniffed, and said, "Quite." The big man said, "Ain't no native here over three feet tall. And they got some crazy kind of communication. They don't talk." Groverzb said, "Quiet." "Uh?" "Precisely why I am here. I," said Groverzb, sniffing again, "loathe conversation." "Oh. Well."