"Yes. But not as many as you do."
"And do you have Poors like me on your planet?"
Kramvit said that they didn't, and went on to explain a little of the situation of Six and the other five planets.
Poor Mr. Smith was amazed. He couldn't believe that there was any place that didn't have Poors.
"Well, don't let it happen, then," he said. "Don't do it. Don't let those Qua shows take over." His voice seemed to be getting stronger, or was it just louder, now.
He leaned closer to Kramvit, his head only a foot away from the pin microphone, and almost shouted, "Do you hear me? Don't let it happen to you." He was near to sobbing now. "Be smart, stay happy—stop those Quas. They'll only...."
Carrowick practically pulled Kramvit out the door, and started to hurry away.
"Well," said Kramvit, "you told me that they didn't mind their situation too much; Poor Mr. Smith almost had me believing the same thing, but he sure didn't convince me."
"He's just a sick, old man," was Carrowick's answer.