"You're the fool," said Downing. "Don't you know you can't absorb the output of three on one of 'em?"
"I did," snapped Thompson. "Though I'd rather use a baseball bat on both of you."
"We didn't intend to hurt anybody," explained Lane.
"Good. Now that that's over, you might play sweet for a while, doing penance for burning my hand."
"You mean we're going to work together?" asked Lane in disbelief.
"And you're going to act as though you liked it."
"I won't like it," scowled Downing.
"Just make it look good. You've got a job to do, and once it is done you can go rivet-cutting for all I care."
"It's an idea."
"All right. But listen, you pair of fools, Patricia is coming through this haze you kicked up. Take it easy."