"Yes, yes, I grant that argument, but this virgin world of yours is hardly plausible."
"Holy comets!" exclaimed the Devil, springing up angrily, "do you doubt my observation or my veracity?"
"Both," said Gud.
"We are wasting words. If you will step this way you can see for yourself."
"Just a moment," said Gud, who then arose and set the pot back on the hot rocks, and commanded Fidu to tend the fire and not to spill the beans.
"Watch your step," called back the Devil. "There are some ugly holes in the void beyond the seventh plane."
"How is that for a sphere?" spoke the Devil as he pointed out his find.
"Not half bad," admitted Gud, "but it's a little flat at the poles. Strictly speaking, it is a spheroid."
"Don't quibble over details. And now, if you don't mind, I'll materialize as a prosperous gentleman and you can be my cane-bearer."
"Not on your smoke," retorted Gud, "you advertised for a partner. We materialize as equals or we stop right here."