OOP: I haven’t a clue. I’ve been to seven galaxies, but I’ve never seen
anything like this. Maybe they’re hats. (He opens a book and puts it on his
head.) Say, maybe this is a haberdashery!
OMEGA: (bowing low) Perhaps the Great and Mighty Think-Tank will give us
the benefit of his thought on the matter.
THINK-TANK: Elementary, my dear Omega. Hold one of the items up so that
I may view it closely. (Omega holds a book on the palm of her hand.) Yes,
yes, I understand now. Since Earth creatures are always eating, the place in
which you find yourselves is undoubtedly a crude refreshment stand.
OMEGA: (to Iota and Oop) He says we’re in a refreshment stand.
OOP: Well, the Earthlings certainly have a strange diet.