“It says clearly on the ticket, sir: ‘admit one’. The theater manager looked both bored and annoyed.
“You don’t understand, this creature is a hive mind. The individuals…” the UN guide pointed to a few of them as they scurried around at his feet" “…are just parts of the whole…”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”
The Iliole picked that moment to incorporate, climbing onto and over each other until they formed a single man-shaped writhing mass.
The manager stared for a moment. “Well all right then.” He parted the rope and allowed them through. “But, one seat, understand?”