As Picklepug launched once more into committee introductions, and sponsors and courage and perseverance and whatever else was on his bogus agenda, Root suddenly saw it. How could you miss it? It towered over everyone like a floating, twinkling mini planet. And it was orbiting right for the Valadors.
Ernest Skubblenob.
In red long shorts, sox with clips and a winter parka. His helmet tottered on his head in a junk heaped block and from his shriveled lips was heard ‘warmer… warmer… getting warmer.”