"What's that?" Priscilla demanded suspiciously.
"Macbeth," Joel replied with a grin. And for ten minutes she had to listen to the machine spouting quotations from Shakespeare. After that it started on nursery rhymes, began a dissertation on cattle breeding.
"All right!" said Priscilla savagely. "You win. I can stand anything but hearing about the love life of a cow!" She shut the machine off.
Joel slumped weakly in the seat. Sweat was rolling down his face.
Priscilla was pensive as she removed the suckers, rolled the machine away. When she returned she was carrying a small paralyzer.
"Did you mean it," Joel asked, "when you said I'm to be your bodyguard?"
"Yes."
"But that's absurd!"
"Would you stand by and watch me murdered?"