"Then ... cracks! Hit Greek with fist. Don't like."
"Skip it, Johnny. What's your idea?"
"I hear them say ... artificial power moon ain't gonna be that at all. Gonna be giant bomb. Gonna load with tons an' tons an' tons of dynotron. Shoot him to Jupiter ... blow all air off everythings!"
"Good lord! Dynotron would do just that ... and then they'll repeat the procedure."
"Is right! I hear lizard-pig say just that!"
"How do you figure on stopping 'em, Johnny?"
Damokles wriggled, poked Timmy hard with his elbow. "Lay still!" he shouted. "I can no sleeps!" He butted up against Timmy, and began to whisper in fast chaotic broken murmurs. "I got a long story to tells you, Timmy. All about powerful old Greeks' king."
For half an hour they trashed about, while Damokles unfolded his plan. At last, Timmy grunted. "QX," he said. "Can do!" He rolled over and fell into an extremely troubled sleep.
IV