"So what?"
"Maybe if impervium get soaked on Neptune long enough ... then maybes it behave like metal in your ship?"
"Go on." Timmy groaned, thrashed about. Threw a fist that thudded into Johnny's ribs. The Greek grunted, and resumed his whispering.
"They puts me working on power-moons outside."
"Yes?"
"She are mades from metal of wrecked space-liner. I see one plate who say XC-34 on her."
"Great Jupiter, Johnny! That's the liner I got the metal for my ship from ... just one fin was all I had to work with."
"Shut up! Dam' fools. Want him Neptune stinkers hear you?"
Instead of answering, Timmy grunted in his supposed sleep. Damokles whispered on: "They don't guards me! They make me be dam' fool clowns for Neptuners to laugh at. 'Get sky hook! Get bucket steam-ice!' That's what them lizards-men holler at me."
"Yes?"