"Why not?"
"Who'll we get for a sponsor?" he asked sarcastically.
"How about Sunbathing Magazine?" she suggested.
He looked at her wide-eyed. "Sunbathing Magazine!" he gasped.
"Of course. With all this publicity, their circulation will zoom to the moon, if they just grab it—and it's up to you to see that they do!"
"Baby," he said wonderingly, "I just don't know how to take you."
"Don't try it," she said, picking up a letter-knife and toying with it.
Exactly one week later the Martians dropped all their previously scheduled commercials, and put on the first of the new commercials. As Roy Mallory reclined in the contour chair atop the roof of his newly rented office, Edith Miller suddenly appeared at his side and looked around.
"Where's my chair?" she asked.