Above their heads hovered that menacing ball of dynotron, enough to blast all life from Neptune. The Neptunian leader watched it.
"I believe ... that I understand." He turned away, then swung back again. "One must accept facts intelligently. Visiphone your Terrestian diplomats. Neptune will accept any reasonable terms."
Overhead, the sword of Johnny Damokles glowed faintly.
"The Greeks," Johnny Damokles said softly to nobody in particular, "have a word for it. Freedom!" He smiled. "Let'sa call home, Tims. I'm cold!"