That, darling, is a grotesque idea! There is no way I’m touching that.
You’re being silly dear, just because they look different to us you’re scared of them – your great uncle says we’re all part of the same biosphere.
Those things excrete through their skins. They’re dirty; and they have diseases.
Now try to be rational, that is simply prejudice! It’s not urine, it’s just water and some salts. It’s how they keep cool. It’s perfectly natural.
I don’t care: it’s still nasty. All those gooey drops squeezing from their pores; the mere idea makes me twitch.
Well if you weren’t so afraid you’d know they’re not gooey: it’s more oily actually. It makes their skin feel smooth and pleasant to grip; they aren’t nearly as rubbery as they look.
How would you know anyway, you’ve never touched one either!
Well, I’ve heard about it – and I’m not scared of them. Actually I think they’re kind of beautiful – smell the heat shining off them – there are little suns inside them.
Living things should be cool and soft like us – warm is just creepy.
Well, I’m not afraid of it. And I want to touch it.
I can’t believe you’re doing that. You’re insane! It’s so huge: that hand could crush you any moment.
What? No – they might be big but they’re very slow. Fly over here, it feels smooth and silky. You’ll like it – stop being such a ninny.
Oh my, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I really can’t believe I’m doing this.
There you go dear, not so terrifying is it? Look at the big guy: so majestic, so gentle. I think he likes us.