"Benefactor though he is, this much you shall know; I still say that there is no place in the inner system for a man who has made this possible. Listen!"
Barney raised his hand, and an attendant turned a standard, living room model radio receiver on. It burst into sound immediately.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Interplanetary Network now brings to you the Whitewood Nutsies Program. Karven and Norwal, the Venusian Songbirds; Thalla; and Lillas, in person, coming to you from the jungles of Palanortis, on Venus, by courtesy of the Inter-planet Foods Co. of Battle Creek, Michigan!
"Ladies and gentlemen, Whitewood Nutsies are GOOD for you—"
Walt Franks said to Christine: "Let's get out of here."
Christine inspected Walt carefully. Then nodded. "Yup," she grinned. "Even you sound better than the Interplanetary Network!"
For once, Walt did not argue, having gained his point.
THE END