The creature ambled past them, enormous, lobster-red, leaving behind a strong odor of ammonia. Rickles nodded to it, and continued digging.
“What’d you go and do that for?” asked Pence, who had made a conspicuous point of holding his nose.
“Respect to the Ruggo. What was that about? Since when you nod at Ruggos?”
“They don’t like being called Ruggos. And I nod at anyone I damn well please, Harvey Pence.”
The man snorted. “Just wonderin’ is all. I don’t know how you can stand that smell.”
“For your information, they don’t much care for our smell much either.”