"You tryin' to teach me somethin' I don't know?"
"That's right."
"Why can't you just tell me?"
"If you figure it out yourself, you won't like it any more than if I told you; but you'll know it the hard way."
"What a hellofa way to teach me somethin'! Jazzin' me up! My co-ordination is perfect, analysis-system is workin' like a voodoo charm, and you wanna jazz me up! It's like committin' suicide!"
Something in the Tanker's face changed, quickly and suddenly, as if a diamond-bright idea exploded inside his steel-plated head.
"Charlie?"
Charlie Jingle looked up from his assortment of tools. "What?"
"Is this a fix?"
Charlie Jingle looked at him, the flush of anger brightening his eyes. "Is that a joke, Tanker?"