"Yes, Esrov. I've just seen your message to our Board and I want you to know that I can certainly understand your position. I could not prevent the restraining order. However, I have a suggestion as to what you can do about it."
"We are doing everything we can."
"Didn't you support Senator Higby for re-election last year? Well, he has shipped with us on an inspection tour of planetary outposts. Right now, he's on the Moon and will speak at 1:30 this afternoon at the official opening of the new Recreation Center. It occurred to me that it might be worthwhile for you to send him a message suggesting that he incorporate in his speech something about the laxity of the Planetary Commerce Commission that allowed you to get into this mess."
"An excellent idea, Mr. Swenson. We shall give it immediate consideration. And, by the way, if for any reason your employment with Acme should terminate, we should be able to find a suitable position for you with our company."
"Thanks, Esrov." Swenson switched off the set.
"You dirty, stinking," O'Toole blared, "doublecrossing—"
"Calm down, O'Toole. Don't get off the rocket until she's on the ground. I've got reasons."
"Reasons? You haven't even got reason! And you're a crook!"
"Now don't let my Irish half get on top. I want that Senator to talk as long as possible. Let's go back to the egg."
"You've laid it."