"Fool! You are a fool."
"By what standard?"
"By mine!" exploded Wan Nes Stan. "You are fools! All of you! You sit there idly, watching the years pass, with all the universe before you, and you do nothing!"
"And you can show us the way?" asked the Galactic. "Might I ask your philosophy, friend?"
"I'm no friend to fools. Show you the way? That I can. I am the only one among you that can show you the way—and you sit there and ignore me. That is why you are fools!"
"Show me and I'll follow," answered the Galactic. "Convince me and I'm your man."
"Bah! One logical, integrated mind in a veritable sea of moronic reason," shouted Wan Nes Stan. "Blocked by ignorance from that which should be mine. Forestalled from my rightful station by sheer numbers—as all great minds are restricted by the blind, mindless, unimaginative imbeciles about him. Blocked and barred from my rightful future—"
Wan Nes Stan leaped forward and snatched the Galactic's hand. He reached forward and clutched the jeweled pin from the Galactic's lapel. He struck the Galactic across the face and started to run from the scene.
Another glitter caught his eye and Wan Nes Stan leaped over to wrest a luminous, jeweled timepiece from around the throat of a woman.
"Give—" he screamed.