"Certainly. We had no reason to bisit Earth, but you, of course, came to Mars to admire our beauty and wisdom. Now please fetch me tat table of integrals."
"There is nothin ve can do to help ourselves," said Dyann, "so ve might as well go huntin. Afterward ve can make love."
"Oh, no!" Ray grunted. "If I had that damn interstellar drive I'd get out of this hole so fast that—that—that—"
"Yes?" asked Dyann.
"Gods of Pluto!" whispered the man. "That's it. That's it!"
"Get me tat table!" screamed Urushkidan.
"The drive—the faster-than-light drive—" Ray did a jig, bouncing from floor to wall to ceiling. "We've got a shipful of equipment, we've got the System's only authority on the subject, we'll build ourselves a faster-than-light engine!"
Urushkidan grumbled his way back into the lab. "I'll get it myself, ten," he muttered. "See if I care."
"The engine—the engine—Dyann, we can escape!" Ray grabbed her by the arms and tried to shake her. "We can go home!"