A short stubby man with five o'clock shadow came forward and leaned into the bank of microphones, and yelled: "Accryllia!"
Across the chamber a man stood up, holding his delegation's microphone. "The grand and sovereign system of Accryllia, long known throughout the galaxy for the excellence of its citrus fruit, the beauty of its maidens, the virtue of its honorable young men ... the grand and sovereign state of Accryllia passes."
"Antares!"
"Antares passes."
"Bodancer!"
"The system of Bodancer passes."
"Buddington!"
"Mr. Secretary, the proud system of Buddington yields to Ehrla!"
"Ehrla!"