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the old ROCKET ship.

Mirandi: Lose the old ROCKET ship! -- Why Silas, we've lived here all our lives, and it was right here in this very air-lock that our little Esmereldi was born. -- Oh Silas, it seems like only yesterday that she left, to go to the fifth Galactic University to seek her success.

VOICE: Oh yea! She's probably trying to ESCAPE from DICK WILSON.

Silas: Well, Mirandi, I guess Esmereldi has forgotten us; we that slaved and worked to give her the best in life.

VOICE: Yea, and she ended up helping HARRY WARNER Jr get along the SPACEWAYS.

Mirandi: Yes Silas, you and me gave Esmereldi the best years of our lives. Why, we even MORTgaged the old ROCKET so as how she could collect back issues of SCIENCE FICTION & WEIRD TALES.

Silas: Don't seem right, Mirandi. But tomorrow we must leave our dear and beloved ROCKET. The MORTgage's due and old Tobias Flint is a hard man.

(SOUND OF COMMOTION -- WILL SOMEONE MAKE A COMMOTION?)

Silas: There is someone off our port bow.

VOICE: I don't know about the port bow, but I could say something.

Mirandi: Who in the name of AD ASTRA can that be.

VOICE: If it's a blonde AD ASTRA.

(SOUND OF FALLING CANS, OR T. BRUCE YERKE THINKING)

VOICE: Sounds like WILSON's 1750 Ford; motor's so smooth you can barely hear the pistons changing cylinders.

(KNOCK AT AIRLOCK DOOR)

Silas: Sit still Mirandi. I'll get it.

(SILAS OPENS AIRLOCK AND LETS TOBIAS IN OUT OF THE RAIN)

Tobias: Evenin' Silas. Evenin' Mirandi.

Mirandi: Evenin' Tobias. We was just sittin here talking about you,k and the MORTgage you hold on the old ROCKET ship.

Tobias: Well Silas, I guess you know it's due tomorrow, and I'm expecting my money right on the nail.

VOICE: He doesn't know SCIENCE FICTIONists very well.

Silas: Well Tobias, I'm afraid we can't pay it all tomorrow.

Tobias: That's none o' my business Mirandi, you know my motto, ---- "Pay up or get out".

VOICE: Sounds like a good policy. I'll have to try it next meeting.

Silas: You're a hard man Tobias, but you can't be so unhuman as to turn two old folks out in this cold, cold weather.

VOICE: BOO ---- BOO ---- BOO

Mirandi: What was that noise?

VOICE: Just a protest from the Chamber of Commerce of the Void.

Tobias: 'Tain't my fault it's snowin' -- Pay up or get out -- That's my motto.

Mirandi: Oh, if Esmereldi were only here, she might be able to help.

VOICE: I'd loan you my allowance, but I helped TUCKER finance his latest LE ZOMBIE, and you know how those things cost.

Tobias: HA --- HA --- HA, it's too late now. Didn't I offer to marry her and didn't she refuse me? I tell you Silas, I'm a hard man and proud, and this is my revenge, and revenge is SWEETNESS AND LIGHT to Tobias Flint. Tomorrow's the day. Pay up or get out -- That's my motto.

Silas: Have courage Mirandi, it's always darkest before the dawn.

(KNOCK AT THE AIRLOCK DOOR)

Mirandi: Who can that be? My wash isn't due from Venus till Monday.

Tobias: Why don't you go see, it may be Santa Claus with the money.

VOICE: Gee, 25th century and they still believe that Santa gag.

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24 the old ROCKET ship. Mirandi: Lose the old ROCKET ship! -- Why Silas, we've lived here all our lives, and it was right here in this very air-lock that our little Esmereldi was born. -- Oh Silas, it seems like only yesterday that she left, to go to the fifth Galactic University to seek her success. VOICE: Oh yea! She's probably trying to ESCAPE from DICK WILSON. Silas: Well, Mirandi, I guess Esmereldi has forgotten us; we that slaved and worked to give her the best in life. VOICE: Yea, and she ended up helping HARRY WARNER Jr get along the SPACEWAYS. Mirandi: Yes Silas, you and me gave Esmereldi the best years of our lives. Why, we even MORTgaged the old ROCKET so as how she could collect back issues of SCIENCE FICTION & WEIRD TALES. Silas: Don't seem right, Mirandi. But tomorrow we must leave our dear and beloved ROCKET. The MORTgage's due and old Tobias Flint is a hard man. (SOUND OF COMMOTION -- WILL SOMEONE MAKE A COMMOTION?) Silas: There is someone off our port bow. VOICE: I don't know about the port bow, but I could say something. Mirandi: Who in the name of AD ASTRA can that be. VOICE: If it's a blonde AD ASTRA. (SOUND OF FALLING CANS, OR T. BRUCE YERKE THINKING) VOICE: Sounds like WILSON's 1750 Ford; motor's so smooth you can barely hear the pistons changing cylinders. (KNOCK AT AIRLOCK DOOR) Silas: Sit still Mirandi. I'll get it. (SILAS OPENS AIRLOCK AND LETS TOBIAS IN OUT OF THE RAIN) Tobias: Evenin' Silas. Evenin' Mirandi. Mirandi: Evenin' Tobias. We was just sittin here talking about you,k and the MORTgage you hold on the old ROCKET ship. Tobias: Well Silas, I guess you know it's due tomorrow, and I'm expecting my money right on the nail. VOICE: He doesn't know SCIENCE FICTIONists very well. Silas: Well Tobias, I'm afraid we can't pay it all tomorrow. Tobias: That's none o' my business Mirandi, you know my motto, ---- "Pay up or get out". VOICE: Sounds like a good policy. I'll have to try it next meeting. Silas: You're a hard man Tobias, but you can't be so unhuman as to turn two old folks out in this cold, cold weather. VOICE: BOO ---- BOO ---- BOO Mirandi: What was that noise? VOICE: Just a protest from the Chamber of Commerce of the Void. Tobias: 'Tain't my fault it's snowin' -- Pay up or get out -- That's my motto. Mirandi: Oh, if Esmereldi were only here, she might be able to help. VOICE: I'd loan you my allowance, but I helped TUCKER finance his latest LE ZOMBIE, and you know how those things cost. Tobias: HA --- HA --- HA, it's too late now. Didn't I offer to marry her and didn't she refuse me? I tell you Silas, I'm a hard man and proud, and this is my revenge, and revenge is SWEETNESS AND LIGHT to Tobias Flint. Tomorrow's the day. Pay up or get out -- That's my motto. Silas: Have courage Mirandi, it's always darkest before the dawn. (KNOCK AT THE AIRLOCK DOOR) Mirandi: Who can that be? My wash isn't due from Venus till Monday. Tobias: Why don't you go see, it may be Santa Claus with the money. VOICE: Gee, 25th century and they still believe that Santa gag.