"I am infinitely skilled in giving pleasure to men, women and children," Dora said with a yawn. "Among other things I have memorized all the important pornographic books written since the dawn of history."
"Pfui and trash! Brimstine, you still don't seem to realize just how serious this is. I guess I should tell you that, according to my latest information, the government is all set to indict not only three of our governors and a half hundred of our mayors, but also four of our national senators and a dozen of our representatives."
This news did seem to take Moe Brimstine aback. "But that's the whole lot," he said softly.
"Not quite, but almost," Billig snapped.
"It would mean the absolute finish of Fun Incorporated."
"And what have I been saying to you?" Billig demanded.
Phil sat up a bit morosely and settled his chin on the back of his right hand to watch them. This maneuver attracted no attention whatsoever. He gave up trying to figure it out.
Moe Brimstine had recovered his spirits with a happy shrug. "Anyhow, you've got the green cat, so you're safe."
"Have I got it?" Billig demanded, stopping his pacing. "How well have you got that cat locked up, Brimstine?"
"Look, Mr. Billig, I got it in a copper cage where nobody can get at it and it can't get at nobody, even electronically. Besides, it's still stunned. You can't ask for more than that, can you?"