One of the other men piped up. "And to think we get the pleasurable company of the sweetest doll in the whole solar system for free besides the money."
"Aw, women are no dern good—all of them," said Snake.
"Now, Snake, that's no way to talk in front of company. You just apologize to the lady," Lamps told him. Lamps was six inches taller and fifty pounds heavier than Snake. Snake apologized.
"That's better. And now, Miss Toujours, maybe you'd be more comfortable without that space suit on," he said.
"Oh, no, thank you. I feel much better with it on," a small voice said over the suit's loudspeaker system.
Lamps grinned. "Oh, come now, Miss Toujours. We ain't going to hurt you. I guarantee nobody will lay a finger to you."
"But I feel much—much safer, if you know what I mean," said the voice.
"Heck. With one of them things on, you can't eat, can't sleep, can't—Well, there's lots of things you can't do with one of them things on. Besides, we all want to take a little look at you, if you don't mind. Snake, you and Willie help the little lady out of her attire."
As the men approached her, Grandma sensed the game was up. "Okay," she told them. "I give up. I can make it by myself." She started to take the bulky covering off. She had gotten no more than the headpiece off when the truth dawned on her companions.
"Holy Smoke (or something like that)," said one of the men.