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Your first job will be to build some kind of a brute force, belt or gear thing to act as a clock. You will really work. Any more insubordination or any malingering at all and I'll put you into a lifecraft and launch you into space, where you can make your own laws and be monarch of all you survey. Dismissed! Now  flit!" YOUR FIRST JOB WILL BE TO BUILD SOME KIND OF A BRUTE FORCE BELT OR GEAR THING TO ACT AS A CLOCK YOU WILL REALLY WORK ANY MORE IN SUBORDINATION OR ANY MALINGERING AT ALL AND I'LL PUT YOU INTO A LIFECRAFT AND LAUNCH YOU INTO SPACE WHERE YOU CAN MAKE YOUR OWN LAWS AND BE MONARCH OF ALL YOU SURVEY DISMISSED NOW FLIT
your hand is in your pocket." "Just wing him, Babe," Jones said then. "He looks strong enough, except for his head. We can use him to shovel out the gunkum and clean up." "Uh-uh. I'll have to kill him sometime, and the sooner the better. Square between the eyes. Do you want a hundred limit at ten bucks a millimeter on how far the hole is off dead center?" The two girls gasped; stared at each other and at the two officers in horror; but Jones said calmly, without losing any part of his smile: "I don't want a dime's worth of that. I've lost too much money that way already." At which outrageous statement both girls knew what was going on and smiled in relief. And Newman misinterpreted those smiles completely; especially Bernice's. The words came hard, but he managed to say then. "I crawl." "Crawl, what?" "I crawl, sir. You'll want my gun----" "Keep it. There's a lot more difference than _that_ between us. How close can you count seconds?" "Plus or minus five per cent, sir." "Close enough. T OF THAT SOONER BUT THIS ONCE I WON'T MOVE A FINGER UNTIL YOUR HAND IS IN YOUR POCKET JUST WING UM BABE JONES SAID THEN HE LOOKS STRONG ENOUGH EXCEPT FOR HIS HEAD WE CAN USE HIM TO SHOVEL OUT THE GUM CUCK AND CLEAN UP UH UH I'LL HAVE TO KILL HIM SOMETIME AND THE SOONER THE BETTER SQUARE BETWEEN THE EYES DO YOU WANT A HUNDRED LIVIN AT TEN BUCKS A MILLIMETER ON HOW FAR THE HOLE IS OFF DEAD CENTER THE TWO GIRLS GASPED STARED AT EACH OTHER AND AT THE TWO OFFICERS IN HORROR BUT JONES SAID CALMLY WITHOUT LOSING ANY PART OF HIS SMILE I DON'T WANT A DIME'S WORTH OF THAT I'VE LOST TOO MUCH MONEY THAT WAY ALREADY AT WHICH OUTRAGEOUS STATEMENT BOTH GIRLS KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON AND SMILED THEIR RELIEF AND NEWMAN MISINTERPRETED THOSE SMILES COMPLETELY ESPECIALLY BERNICE'S THE WORDS CAME HARD BUT HE MANAGED TO SAY THEN I CRAWL CRAWL WHAT I CRAWL SIR YOU WANT MY GUN KEEP IT THERE'S A LOT MORE DIFFERENCE THAN THAT BETWEEN US HOW CLOSE CAN YOU COUNT SECONDS PLUS OR MINUS FIVE PER CENT SIR CLOSE ENOUGH
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