"He?" Maybe I had this little guy all wrong. Maybe he was a nut that had decided to bolt.
"Yes. Perhaps you heard that heat ray gun being discharged, just as I came in."
"Oh. So that's what them noises was."
"Yes. Wherever I go, he shoots at me. Waits for me to leave the building, and then shoots at me."
"Well, mister, again it's none a my business, but—if you're carryin' any asteroids around—they kin be cashed anywhere. Lots of guys would take pot shots at ya."
"Oh, Luigi isn't interested in my—money."
"Luigi?" That name sent shudders goin' around my curvature.
"Precisely." He gives with a long sigh. "I've been dodging him for some time now."
"Mister," I says, "everybody knows what a dangerous guy Luigi is. Why, they got his mug on the wanted wall in every space station from here to the outer galaxies."
"Yes, I presume they have."