"What?" said Huber blankly.

"Your Martian friends. Taking away good jobs from Earth people. Never buying anything. And those awful arms! If you ask me, we ought to send them right back where they—"

"You don't know them!" he interrupted loudly. "They're nice, quiet folks. They work hard and they don't give you a hard time. They're ten times as efficient as some of the bums in—"

"All right, all right! You don't have to shout at me." Diana stood up and gulped the rest of her drink down. Then she went over to the phonograph.

"Are you going to play that song again?" asked Huber.

"Do you mind?" she said sarcastically. "I happen to like it."

Huber said something under his breath and returned to his paper. But when the record started, he put it down and just listened as the strange, haunting Martian melody filled the room.

Blinker: Then the Martian says, "For Pete's sake! Why can't you clean up this filthy cave sometimes?"

Blinker

Straight man: So what did his wife say?

Straight man

Blinker: So his wife says, "What do you expect? I've only got three hands!"

Blinker

(Laughter)

Laughter

Straight man: Well, tell me, Blinker—what else did you do on your trip to Mars? Did you meet any—what's wrong?

Straight man

Blinker: Nothing's wrong. Just don't step in front of the camera, that's all.

Blinker

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