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"Hey, watch the language! I may not be no Apollo, but----"

"Shake hands, Rick I've wanted to meet you You're the man who'll conquer Mars, with cocktail shakers and foot arches and poker chips and riding crops and leather boots and checkered caps and rum collinses"

"I'm only a humble businessman," said Van Plank, eyes slyly down "I do my work and take , Mort, I been thinking of the a wide field never even heard of cartoons, right? Right! So we just toss a great big bunch of stuff on the Martians' heads They'll fight for it, kid, fight! Who wouldn't, for perfumes and Paris dresses and Oshkosh overalls, eh? And nice new shoes----"

"We don't wear shoes"

"What have I got here?" RR asked of the ceiling "A planet full of Okies? Look, Joe, we'll take care of that We'll sha shoes Then we sell them the polish!"

"Oh"

He slapped Ettil's arm "Is it a deal? Will you be technical director on et two hundred a week to start, a five-hundred top What you say?"

"I'm sick," said Ettil He had drunk theblue

"Say, I'et some fresh air"

In the open air Ettil felt better He swayed "So that's why Earth took us in?"

"Sure, son Any time an Earthman can turn an honest dollar, watch his Here'sat nine o'clock They'll show you your office I'll arrive at eleven and see you then Be sure you get there at nine o'clock It's a strict rule"

"Why?"

"Gallagher, you're a queer oyster, but I love you Good night Happy invasion!"

The car drove off

Ettil blinked after it, incredulous Then, rubbing his broith the pal the street toward the rocket port