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Phineas T Gryce wrinkled his nostrils at the pinkHe saidas it does to the end of the custourative &039;rises through the air&039; angle What inspired you?"

She shrugged "I don&039;t know-oh, yes, I do I was res weStrike-

"Work and pray, Live on hay You&039;ll get pie In the sky When you die- It&039;s a lie!

"I don&039;t knoe chanted it," she added "We didn&039;t want pie-or hay, for that matter And machines don&039;t pray, except Tibetan prayer wheels"

Phineas T Gryce shook his head "Labor relations are another topic we should stay far away fro to outjingle those dirty crooks at Fairy Bread" He scowled, turning back his attention to Tin Philosopher "I get whopping an of theirs, the discriminatory one-&039;Untouched by Robot Claws&039; Just because they employ a few filthy androids in their factories!"

Tin Philosopher lifted one of his own sets of bright talons "Thanks, PT But to continueart was the substitution of purified carbon dioxide, recovered froanish and later killed by the heat of baking, their corpses re in situ But even purified carbon dioxide is itself a rather repugnant gas, a product of metabolism whether fast or slow, and forever associated with those life processes which are obnoxious to the fastidious"

Here the s "Therefore, we of Puffyloaf are taking today whatour loaves with the noble gas heliuinal in the face of all chemical tehter than obese carbon dioxide-yes, noble uncontaminable helium, which, if it be a kind of ash, is yet the ash only of radioactive burning, accomplished or initiated entirely on the Sun, a safe 93 million miles from this planet Let&039;s have a cheer for the heliu expression, Phineas T Gryce rapped the table thrice in solemn applause, while the others bowed their heads

"Thanks, TP," PT then said "And now for the Mo?"

The business girl clapped on a pair of earphones and whispered into a lapel rew abstracted as she mentally translated flurries of brief squawks into coherent le vertical furrow creased her asped in horror "Fairy Bread is outselling Puffyloaves by an infinity factor So far this le delivery of Puffyloaves to any sales spot! Co stores and sessile shops"

"Mr Snedden!" Gryce barked "What bug in the new heliuer was on his feet, looking bewildered "I can&039;t iine, sir, unless-just possibly-there&039;s been so the new metal-foil wrappers"

"Metal-foil wrappers? Were you responsible for those?"

"Yes, sir Last-htness of the new loaf e Drafts in stores ht topple sales pyraht, took care of the difficulty"

"And you ordered the the Board?"

"Yes, sir There was hardly time and-"

"Why, you fool! I noticed that order for metal-foil wrappers, assumed it was soht!"