After a couple of minutes our eyes started to adjust, and we could just make out a huge glass-fronted enclosure almost filling the room; inside, a pair of eyes peered back at us.
Wilson pressed himself against the glass and called, 'Hello?'
'You'll have to shout — he can't hear you through the glass,' a small, heavily-accented voice replied. Wilson crouched down and traced the voice to an armadillo on the floor.
W then shouted, 'Hello? Is there anyone there?'
'¡Hola! ¡No vemos muchas de su clase aquí!'
'He says "Hello"' the armadillo translated.
Wilson glanced at me for a second, then shouted,'What's your name? What is it like here?'
The figure in the darkness replied, and the armadillo translated, '"My name is Barios! It's good here — the servants are good, we have Cable TV in Spanish, and there are many, many ants!"'
Wilson then asked the armadillo why it was so dark, and he said, 'The servants have decided everyone in here is nocturnal. We must get used to it, I suppose. We all carry little torches bought from the Gift Shop, and they help.'
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