Mans Best Friend

Count down for blast off. X-5, 4, 3, 2, X-1. Fire. From the far horizons of the unknown, come tales of new dimensions in time and space. These are stories of the future. Adventures in which you'll live in a million could be years on a thousand maybe worlds.

The National Broadcasting Company in cooperation with Galaxy Science Fiction Magazine presents X.xxxxxxxfx66666666666666066 671111116 Its the juicy game! vegetarian who's there what oh turn on the enunciator all right I'm coming I'm coming well stand in front of the screen I can't see you I am in front of the screen

Mr. Snake you haven't turned up the viewing control oh yeah yeah well there you are do I know you may I be the first to congratulate you Mr. You may indeed, what for? Oh, you haven't heard the news. Good, then I shall be the first.

I imagine I got a head start on the others because of my superior facilities for locating you. Your address wasn't given. These pronouncements do tend to be a bit vague. It's a matter of tradition, I suppose.

I haven't heard any news for days. I've been listening to my sound tapes and... ...and meditating. Now, wait a minute, I'll let you in. The auto-burster must have forgotten to pay the door bill, have to open it manually.

Just a minute. All right, you can come in now. Well, I suppose you don't know who I am. Well, you are wearing the uniform of an upper echelon salesman. I just wanted to warn you nobody can force me to buy anything.

I'm a free citizen. Oh, now come, Mr. Snake. I suppose the big news is I'm the lucky householder to whom the little gem room expander will first be off. Oh, nothing of a sort. I'm not a common salesman.