"I figure one of these days the cops is gonna pin enough on him to make him look like a astronavigator's space map," I adds.
"Oh, I doubt if the space control will ever have the opportunity to apprehend him here on Venus. This is still a wild, mostly unsettled planet, you know. And besides, Luigi is too smart," says this little guy, like he knows Luigi personal.
"Yeh, he sure is. Uh—what's he got on you?"
The little guy reaches over like he doesn't know he's takin' the Plutonian stinger right from under me nose, and says sort of thoughtful-like, "He thinks I stole his girl."
"Yeh. Yeh, sure, that would make any fella ma—" I starts, then it seeps through, and I looks at this little, skinny, runty guy, only I can't laugh.
"Oh, I didn't of course. But the fact that she was last seen entering my apartment, and that she never left it, at least not visibly—well, that makes it terribly difficult to convince him—"
"Now wait a minute—"
"Oh, I don't expect anyone to believe me, anymore. Sometimes I find it hard to believe myself."
"D-do you know who Luigi's gal is?" I finally stutters.