"What have you got, Lionel or American Flyer?"
"Lionel. O-Gauge."
"Pfff! Which do you get, Boy's Life or American Boy?" A "Both," Lennox said with a superior air.
"Oh yes?" Audibon retorted with heat. "Well let me ask you one question. Just one question. Do you get Ropeco Magazine?"
Lennox cringed and hung his head, then he and Audibon burst out laughing. Clickety damn click all over the place. I started looking for somewhere to hide. There was a war breaking out. They were hating each other and skirmishing in the tunnels beneath the glitter. They were hating for reasons I didn't know and probably they didn't know either; but that wouldn't make any difference, not on The Rock where you killed first and went to the head-shrinker later.
"What are you going to do about that Kansas hassle?" Audibon asked with sincere concern.
"It's been taken care of," Lennox smiled. "There won't be any suit."
"Good boy. Glad to hear it." Clickety-click. "I know you wouldn't cross-ruff the network into a Donnybrook."
"We aim to please, boss."
"It's knowing how that scores. Damn it, Jake, I wish we had more like you. We could use you on our other sick shows."