Well, we're heisting a couple, and then he starts talkin' like we was never interrupted.
"Please forgive me for not introducing myself sooner, but under the circumstances—My name is Timothy J. Brown, M.D., Ph.D., M.A. and A.B."
"Oh. Well, me monicker is Benjamin Spelvin, but you kin call me Benny."
"Very well—uh—Benny. I am, you see, a psychiatrist."
"Oh, yeh. But you'd never be able to figure me out, Doc. I got so many bumps on my head from hittin' th' anti-gravitational screens on the jets during free fall—"
He laughs. "No, that would be a phrenologist you're thinking of, Benny. I'm concerned mainly with psychological abnormalities and mal-adjustments of the psyche. I'm also known as something of an expert in the more physical science of phenomenology," he adds modest-like.
Now all this adds up to minus zero to me, but I'm sittin' in a comfortable apartment in the better section of Venus, I got me a glass of Uranus Number Eight, Vintage 2480, so I lets the little fellow ramble on. Finally I says, "Uh, Mister—uh, Doc, you was sayin' somethin' about Helen LaTour, the strip—"
"Oh, oh yes, I was coming to that. Well, now—uh, where was I? Oh, yes ... Benny, these were the events that brought me, a modest scientist, into contact with this Luigi and that—uh—delectable creature, Miss Helen LaTour. And I'll leave it to you to decide for yourself that I am telling the truth."
Not so long ago (the Professor starts out) I was visited here by a rather attractive young woman who told me her name was Helen LaTour.