"You're a devil from hell."
"And you're an angel, ripping out the damper rods to take us to Heaven?" sneered Farradyne. "I owe you the works for that one. You'll get 'em! Feel any craving?"
"No!"
Farradyne waved the needle in front of Brenner's face. "Maybe I should think it over for a bit," he said.
"You wouldn't dare."
"No?"
"Look, Farradyne, no matter how smart you think you are, you won't get anything out of me. And you'll not stop me from leaving this ship when I want to leave."
"Trying to sidelong-urge me into slipping you your slug?" taunted Farradyne.
Brenner held up his arm. "Shoot me the sugar, Farradyne. I could hold out, but you couldn't afford to have me wide awake while we're on Pluto. I know that as well as you do."
"You're not too bad off so far," said Farradyne, slipping the needle into Brenner's arm. "But you're coming along. We'll find out how long your nonchalance lasts after we get rid of the school-folks."