Mitzie turned pale. "How many do you try to take on at once?" she spat at Phil.
"Don worry," Dytie advised relaxedly. "He very timid at first."
"Oh!" Mitzie exclaimed loudly, and stamped on the floor with both feet at once.
The radio came on loud again. "... long been known that she and her husband weren't on sleeping terms. But ironically her fans had to wait until what, with the outlawing of male-female wrestling, was probably her last professional appearance, before getting a glimpse of her new boy friend."
In the middle of the bright screen was Phil, with a dazed look and a silly smile on his face. Juno's arm was clutched around him and she was shouting "... even I gotta have a love life! And don't you be insulting it!"
"Oh!" Mitzie shouted, crashed the palm of her hand against Phil's left cheek, ran out the door and slammed it behind her. Phil stood there a few seconds. Then he turned off the radio and wiped the tears out of his left eye.
"Why you no chase?" Dytie inquired pleasantly. "Don worry, Phil, she come back. She really love you all more. She proud you such virile man, have many girls."
"Please," Phil groaned, lifting his hand. "That was good-bye forever."
"Forever is never. She come back," Dytie said.
And just then there was a timid knock at the door. Phil opened it, wondering whether he should slap Mitzie right away or wait. Dr. Anton Romadka pointed significantly at Phil's neck with a stun-gun and walked in.