"He's right, you know." Chesh grinned. "I've only been here four minutes and I already want to slit your throat, Mister Mayorible.
But let us think. Mathematically. Louis Carrol thought Maths.
The problem? Strange man-beasticles running around.
The effect? Citizens of this here... placeible are on edge.
The answer? Kill the Citizens. Maybe some arson, lots of gassing.
The result? The man-beasticles can continue being happy."