Astro promptly ordered
dinosaur, and to his unit-mates' amazement, the voice politely inquired:
"Would the spacemen prefer to have it broiled a la Venusian black bread,
baked, or raw?"
A sharp look from Roger and Tom, and Astro ordered it broiled.
One hour and fifteen minutes later the three members of the _Polaris_
unit staggered out of the restaurant.
"By the rings of Saturn," declared Tom, "that wasn't only the most I
ever ate--it was the best!"
Roger nodded in silent agreement, leaning against the plastic window in
front of the restaurant.
"You see," Astro beamed, "maybe you guys will listen to me from now on!"
"Boy, I can't wait to see Mom's face when I tell her that her chicken
and dumplings have taken second place to broiled monster!"
"By the jumping blazes of the stars!" yelled Roger suddenly. "Look at
the time! We're ten minutes late!"
"Ohhhhh," moaned Tom. "I knew it was too good to be true!"
"Step on it!" said Astro. "Maybe he won't notice."
"Some chance," groaned Roger, running after Tom and Astro. "That old
rocket head wouldn't miss anything!"
The three boys raced back to the electric elevator and were silently
whisked to the air-lock level.
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