Sladder: Well, Splurge, nothing remains to be done now, except to make the Cheezo.
Splurge: How do you think of doing it, sir?
Sladder: Do you know how they kill pigs in Chicago? No, you've not travelled yet. Well, they get their pigs on a slide, one man cuts their throats as fast as they go by, another shaves their bristles, and so on, and so on; one man for each job, and all at it at once; they do it very expeditiously. Well, there's an interfering fellow sent there by the Government (we wouldn't stand him in England), and if a pig has a sign of tuberculosis on him he won't let that pig go down. Now you'd think that pig was wasted. He isn't. He goes into soap. Now, Splurge, how many cakes of soap were used in the world last year?
Splurge (getting up): Last year? I don't think we have the figures in for last year yet, sir.
[He goes to bookshelf.
Sladder: Well, the year before will do.
Splurge: (taking book and turning pages): The figures are given, I think, sir, from the 1st of March to the 1st of March.
Sladder: That will do.
Splurge: Ah, here it is, sir. Soap statistics for the twelve months ending 1st of March this year. A hundred and four million users, using on an average twenty cakes each per year. Then there are partial users, and occasional users. The total would be about twenty-one hundred million, sir.
Sladder: Pure waste, Splurge, all pure waste.