"May I use your telephone. I want to resign."
"Wait a minute. If you're that sincere, why don't we outguess 'em?"
"Could do," said Wes. "How?"
"Is there any reason why we can't take a poke to Sol himself?"
"You mean haul power out of the sun?"
"That's the general idea. Barney, what do you think?"
"Could be—but it would take a redesign."
"Fine. And may we pray that the redesign is good enough to make a difference to the Interplanetary Patent Office." Channing called Joe. "The same. Three Moons all around. Scotch," he explained to the others, "synthesized in the Palanortis Country."
"Our favorite import," said Walt.
Joe grinned. "Another tablecloth session in progress?"