"He's Senator Clive Littlebrook," I explained. "I'm Dave Camptain, a space pilot."
"I'm also the supreme court on this planet," said Clive, "and I'm handing down a decision right now. Your claim to the whole planet is invalid." While Rosemary looked as if she wanted to pull the trigger, he turned to me. "You're the clerk of the court, so write down my decision: State vs. Rosemary—uh, what's your last name, my dear?"
"None of your business," said Rosemary.
"Oh well," said Clive. "Adam and Eve didn't have last names, and until the population is heavier, we won't need last names here."
"Here it's going to be Eve and Adam—if things progress that far," said Rosemary.
"My dear," said Clive, "you must realize that you belong to the minority party. It will give us a chance to practice democracy in its simplest form. The first thing we'll vote on is disarmament. All in favor, say Aye!"
"Aye!" I said.
"All opposed, signify by the usual sign."
"No!" said Rosemary.
"I shall have to cast the deciding vote," said Clive. "In view of peaceful relations, I shall have to vote Aye." He smiled and extended his hand. "Give me the gun, my dear."