"Never mind the buildup," Captain Corelli said. "What was it?"
"A formula invented by ancient Terran bartenders, and not recommended except in extreme cases," the Quack said. "With a very odd name. It's called a twin Mickey."
We'd probably have murdered him then and there if the Quack's concoction had let us.
Later on we had to admit that the Quack had actually done us a service, since his identifying the real Haslop saved us from being marooned for life on Balak. And the Balakians were such an immediate sensation in the Terran Realm that the Quack's part in their admittance made him famous overnight. Somebody high up in Government circles got him out of Solar Exploitations field work and gave him a sinecure in an antibiotics laboratory, where he wound up as happy as a pig in a peanut field.
Which points up the statement I made in the beginning, that one thing you never have to worry about in Solar Exploitations work is being bored.
You see what I mean?