"Oh I would not impinge on his honor. The metal of our entire tribe depends on these little ones. He will raise them up to be the fiercest warriors Barsoom has ever known."

Tars is laughing and moaning melodramatically under the heap.

"Okay, yes, perhaps a little. Go on!" She starts grabbing them up, one by an arm, another by a heel, and tossing them aside like laundry.