"Nope. Give 'em the works."
Timkins drove the coupler button home and the Haywire Queen swung gently to follow the pre-determined course.
"You know, Steve, there's a cod-liver-oil smell about this, somewhere."
"So? What's fishy?"
"The old tub isn't behaving like a lady."
"What do you mean?"
"There's a big drop in efficiency compared to when we left the Plutonian Lens."
"How much?"
"Not too much. But it's getting progressively worse."
"Y'don't suppose we've hit upon some saturation factor in the secondary drive?"