Keeping their distance, Zing and Zang circled the box. “What do you think it is?” questioned Zang.
“How should I know?” Zing was irritated,
“What should we do?”
“Why do I always have to have the answers? I don’t know! What do you think?”
“Uh–I don’t think we should touch it.”
“Duh, Bright Boy! I’m sending images to Zirkon’s headquarters. They’ll direct us.”
Suddenly, the message came to them both: “Under NO circumstances are you to touch that box. Return home RIGHT NOW!”