'Aah yes, the... um, Periodic Table of Ants!' Wilson replied, 'It's progressing well and will be a boon to mankind and science!'
'That's good to hear,' I said, 'because I was hoping we could take that ghastly "secrecy curtain" down soon and resto…'
Wilson cut me off: 'Out of the question, I'm afraid!' before deftly changing the subject.
'What on earth is that on the lawn?'
He ran over to a loose pile of soil and regarded it suspiciously.
'It looks like an Asteroid Crater!' he announced, 'We must prepare for imminent catastrophe — everyone to the Asteroid Shelter!'
Uncle Zoltan strolled out on to his balcony and observed sardonically, "That's no asteroid! You've got Moles, my boy. Moles.'
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