"Huh?" Luigi is as up in the air as I am.
"Helen...." The little, fella looks sort of thoughtful. "Of course. That was her name. Helen of Troy—LaTour. The queen of space. 'The face that launched a thousand ships.'"
The professor nods at us. "Who would have ever believed—"
"Okay, pop," Luigi looks tough again, and I am plenty scared.
"Hey Luigi," I hollers, "You kin see the little guy is tellin' the truth. He didn't do nothin'—"
Luigi turns around, and I kin see the little red specks at the corners of his eyes. "Who says he did?" he snarls. He heads fer the open window, reachin' in his vest fer his blood-freezer, and I kin hear him mutterin'.
"I'm goin' after that guy Paris, and when I find him, I'm gonna turn the blaster on and smash him right through that there space warp!
"Yeah," he hollers, standin' there framed by that window fer a minute before he jets off, with all them millions of stars blazin' like fury in the cleared-up Venusian night sky.
"No lousy Greek is gonna steal my girl and get away with it!"
I dunno. I ain't seen Luigi since, but I'm willin' t'wager a platterful of Plutonian Stingers that he ain't never gonna master that there hip-wiggle.