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. You'll need the
Galactic Overlord as a confirming witness."
"Okay. Slip this one on for size. From one standpoint I'm even more ancient
than you suspect. More than two centuries."
"Hold it. You won't be two hundred until Christmas Day 2263. A good many
years yet, as you pointed out."
'True. I didn't tell you about these extra years even though I lived
through them... because I lived them at right angles."
I answered, "Dear, the sound track suddenly went silent."
"But, Richard, that one's easy to believe. Where did I drop my pants?"
"Through most of the Solar System, according to your memoirs."
"That ain't the half of it, mister. Both inside and outside the System and
even outside this universe ... and, brother, have I been transgressed against! I
mean, where did I drop them today?"
"At the foot of the bed, I think. Hon, why do you bother to wear panties
when you take them off so frequently?"
"Because. Only sluts run around without drawers... and I'll thank you to
keep a civil tongue in your head."
"I didn't say a word."
"I could hear what you were thinking."
"And I don't believe in telepathy, either."
"You don't, eh? My grandson Dr. Lowell Stone aka Buster used to cheat at
chess by reading my mind. Thank God he lost the ability when he was about ten."
"Noted," I answered, "as hearsay concerning a highly improbable event from
a reporter whose veracity has not been established
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