Raymond exclaimed, "What! That the best you can do?"
Wheeler nodded and smiled. "That's Blue Book on this model. Take it or leave it. That's my top offer—cash."
Raymond turned away. "Come, my faithful manservant," he said despondently. "Let us return to our dismal retreat, where I can get properly and thoroughly liquored up."
Raymond was tired and dejected. His face was lined and despair was in his eyes. He collapsed into his favorite chair and dispatched the android to the bar.
Two highballs later an idea dashed itself to pieces in Raymond's brain. He jumped up, ran over to the Televisor, and placed a call to Allied-News-Facs. When the News-Facs android's plastic face appeared on the screen, Raymond said, "I want to place an ad in the For Sale or Swap section of the Four O'clock Edition."
"Yes, sir. What do you desire to say?"
Raymond frowned. "Just say this: Anyone desiring to take over the payments of one darling, efficient, well-mannered, handsome, unbearably conscientious android can purchase the equity extremely cheap at great sacrifice."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, for now. If that doesn't work, I'll call you back." He gave his address and televisor number and switched off.