 as you do, and it breathes. Germ could only talk what a story it would tell. But Germs don't talk. No, but suppose he could. Suppose I could invent in my laboratory a special radio that could hear what he might have to say. That's an idea, all right? Tell us about yourself. Myself. Exciting, full of adventure, pretty snug, some place for an old timer like me, professor. But I remember when I was a youngster, I lived in the lung of a nice lady, Aunt Matilda. She never seemed very sick, but she did have a cough. Never thought much about it, though. Didn't she have a little nephew? What's his name? Dear Aunt Matilda's food for him. To be sure it wasn't too hot into little ends' lungs. Watch, professor, once in Edgar's mouth, of course I made my way into his lungs. That was a nice place. So war, of course I was lonesome, Sorter. So I got busy. You know, we Germs raise big families, and pass too. All we need is a dog. Can you netting about all this? I guess he didn't even feel sick. But soon the cells in Edgar's... That's how the human body protects itself. The cells of which it is made lack up the germ, so they cannot scatter elsewhere in the body. So there was what we scientists call a tumor center, the germ, on TV, what happened next.