In Oolong Morblock, although torture was technically outlawed, it was accepted that torture was morally legitimate in certain circumstances, and one of those circumstances was when you were face to face with a terrorist threat. If you torture someone then they will confess. If you know what you are doing, they will most certainly confess. And fast.
        And so it was in the case of the captured fizz boat man, a tile layer by the name of Pablo Winkle, who lived in Lynch Agnot and who, as a hobby, enjoyed zipping around the waters of the Bilge Globulus in his fizz boat. Only ten minutes into his interrogation, Pablo had confessed that, yes, his name was actually Egon Turow, and, yes, he was an astral, and, yes, he was glorst-capable, and, yes, he had been on his way to Parkes Pilkem so he could blow himself up, killing as many innocent norms as possible.
        Shortly thereafter, Pablo, unfortunately, suffered an untoward accident. By the time his body was recovered from the carpark at the foot of the building, twelve floors below the window from which he had fallen, he was, very naturally, dead.