“Voilà exactement pourquoi je veux faire ça! Je ne veux pas aller—” Handy opened the door, and the bickering ponies stopped. He just barely caught a flash of green out of the corner of his eye as Thorax had turned back to her disguise in an instant. The room was a mess. The sawdust which had been tidied up in the corner now lay strewn about, and several things looked like they had been thrown across the room. Thorax was at one end, the farthest from the door, with Jacques by the bed. Handy looked from one to the other.