I've quadrupled your policy. I'm taking care of Joanie. I'm awaiting your first sale.
Spottsworth
143-1/4 East Scjulak Street
Halcyon City
Halcyon
Dear Boss:
I'm trying. I'm trying my head off. With those big premiums to pay, don't you think I could use the commission?
There's something fishy going on here on Halcyon, but I can't figure it out yet. The way they get killed off in these wars, the Halcyonians ought to snap up insurance policies. In fact, I don't even know how much profit the Company could expect to make from them, but that's your department. It's funny, though. The Halcyonians don't want life insurance. They don't even know what life insurance is!
To give you an idea of what I mean, I'll quote verbatim a conversation I had with a couple of Halcyonians right after this morning's air-raid, which leveled every building on their block except their own.
ME: Good morning, folks. You're mighty lucky people, yes siree.
FIRST HALCYONIAN: Why are we lucky?