"On a disk like the alloy-tuners in the communications beams. Worked fine. Anyway, I recorded the signal, and then started to buck out the ripple by adding some out-of-phase hum to cancel the ripple."
"Shounds reas'n'ble."
"Worked. I had a couple of messes, though."
"Messessesesss?" hissed Walt, losing control over his tongue.
"Yes. Had a bit of trouble making the ripple match." Farrell pulled several watches from his pocket. "This one added ripple. It's quite cockeyed. This one had cross-ripple and it's really a mess. It sort of looks like you feel, Walt. I've got 'em with double ripples, triple ripples, phase distortion, over-correction, and one that reminds me of a pancake run through a frilling machine."
Channing looked at the collection of scrambled watches and shuddered. "Take'm away—brrrrrr."
Arden covered the uninspiring things with a tablecloth.
"Thanks," said Don.
"Do you think the judge'll forgive us?" asked Farrell.
"Don't say it," said Walt, bursting with laughter.