"Gosh," said Frick. "That's true. We could have used a credit card—"
"I'll bet he wouldn't have permitted it," the doctor said. "You know what Spizer thought of the Thrill Show."
"Yeah?" The Producer's face reddened. "Well, we proved how wrong he was, didn't we? The public was just sick and tired of that namby-pamby stuff. There had to be a Thrill Show!"
"Sponsors demanded it," Frick said loyally.
"And besides," T.D. added, "if he doesn't like us, what the hell did he sign up for?"
The doctor pursed his lips. "Maybe he was hungry."
Frick said: "He's still not coming around, Doc."
"He'd better," Stark said warningly. "If the anti-dope doesn't work, it could mean a lot of trouble for the Thrill Show, Mr. Donnelly—"
The Producer looked frightened. "That's ridiculous. It's got to work. It's always worked—"
"You better call your Staff," the doctor said. "Find out what dosage they gave this man. Check his FCC medical authorization. And do it fast, Mr. Donnelly. This is just the kind of thing the FCC can hang you on."