The maskers had closed and locked the door behind them, and now stood in rigid inquisitorial postures between it and the table.
"None of your business," answered West crossly.

"Get out, will you ?" "Not until our duties are done," answered the mask.

"You are freshies, nice, new, tender little freshies.

We are here to initiate you into the mysteries of the Sacred Order of Hullabalooloo.

Stand up!" Neither moved; they were already standing, West puzzled and angry, Joel wondering and amused.
"Well, sit down, then," commanded the voice.