"Not a darned thing," said Fox. "Besides, I bet the sun has already exploded. That's what I bet."
"That Sirian sounded like he meant what he said, didn't he?"
"Sure he meant it. We'd be like gods."
"Captain," said Lieutenant Washington. "There's no use arguing any more. I'm going to stay here. To hell with Homo Sapiens!"
"To hell with Homo Sapiens!" repeated Fox.
The wine was still like hypnotic laughter in Captain Torkel's skull. "I—I don't know. It'd be nice to stay—"
They came to an object lying in the soft green grass, not far from the rocket.
"Hey, here's Van Gundy!" yelled Fox. "Van Gundy drank too much wine. Van Gundy's drunk!" He laughed and coughed and swallowed and then held his stomach and laughed again.
Lieutenant Washington began to sing:
What shall we do with a drunken spaceman,