"Want to bet Finogenov hasn't got a bushel of them?"
"No!" Major Winship snapped.
With the drum of calking compound inside, both Capt. Lawler and Lt. Chandler retreated to the bunks. Capt. Wilkins maneuvered the mixing attachment. "I feel crowded," he said.
"Cozy's the word."
"Watch it! Watch it! You almost hit me in the face plate with that!"
"Sorry."
At length the mixer was in operation in the drum.
"Works perfectly," said Capt. Wilkins proudly.
"Now what, Skip? The instructions aren't in English."