"Space polo," said Gus.
"Why, how wonderful," simpered Miss Perkins. "And you boys have the
spaceships to play it with."
Moe looked alarmed. "Miss Perkins," he warned, "don't let him talk you
into it."
"You shut your trap," snapped Gus. "She wants us to play games, don't
she. Well, polo is a game. A nice, respectable game. Played in the best
society."
"It wouldn't be no nice, respectable game the way you fellows would
play it," predicted Moe. "It would turn into mass murder. Wouldn't be
one of you who wouldn't be planning on getting even with someone else,
once you got him in the open."