Noisily the giant scratched his crewcut. "Maybe I could crowbar it."
"Quick, you fool."
"No, I can't. I can't sir. The ship might separate while the hatch was open and our own air pressure would blow us all into the vacuum. I can't risk the lives of our passengers, sir."
"I'm Commissioner Elbert. Give me that crowbar."
The giant held it behind him.
"That's an order."
"Sorry sir, better reclaim your seat before the jolt." The giant signalled with his fingers at the rockette.
Elbert snatched at the crowbar. As the two men grappled for it, whirling like fighting cocks in the air, a tremendous surge hurled them the length of the aisle. Another slammed them against the powder-room door. When the giant helped the bleeding Commissioner to his feet, artificial gravity held them down.
Emitting motherly sounds, the rockette tried to wipe the blood from his forehead. But he shoved her aside.
"I'll sue. I'll have your transport license revoked."