ET- Rasoor Oob

  E.T. and the Flopglopple carried another plant into the turnip—a large one with thick rubbery leaves. “What is this?” asked the robot.

  “It is Rasoor Oob,” said E.T., and pointed to the bulbous fruit at the center. “Pierce it.”

  The robot did so, ejecting a sharp spike from his fingertip, and a membranous substance gushed from the fruit.

  “Spread it quickly, before it dries,” said E.T., and indicated that the spherical lattice should be covered. They worked until the entire arbor was covered with the membrane and they had an airtight inner space, a ball within a ball. “Rasoor Oob,” said E.T., and pressed the membrane with his fist. It was already drying into a firm clear skin. “It can withstand a hundred atmospheres.”

- E.T. The Book of the Green Planet, chapter 20