I did not like him and at times had the urge to yank back on his armbands and slingshoot him out past Otto and the lions into the street.

My first impression was of some clumsy quadruped with lowered head. Then I perceived it was the slender pinched body and short and extremely attenuated bandy legs of a Selenite, with his head depressed between his shoulders.

Explosiony goodness and hot-metal action for the bad guys. It must be terrifying for them, but I don't care. Aerial bombs are incredibly loud—the noise is a lot sharper than an artillery round, and more intense, but it's short.

They are all nearly nude, pinked and bronzed by the sun.