"We're all plumbing together," Laura lisped.
"But—that's preposterous!" Kane almost yelled. "Legmann—why he was the finest research chemist—"
"But he wasn't really happy in his profession," Phil said. "As I recall—he just wasn't well adjusted as a research chemist and teacher."
"Who said he wasn't?"
"Why the Staff."
"What Staff—?"
"Anyway, he's a plumber now somewhere," Phil said. "He's happy now."
Kane felt a coldness on his neck. His stomach seemed to turn completely over. The devil with this, he thought. His eyeballs felt as though they were covered with sand, and his lids seemed leaded weights. He pushed back his chair.
"You'll excuse me," he said. "But I'm really tired out. I'm going to get some rest—"
"But the night's young for us, man," Laura shrieked.