They stared at me. Coolly. I went to the back of the chair again. After
a few minutes their contemptuous stares got my neck.
"Okay, okay," I muttered. "We _won't_ make a million."
They waited expectantly for a compatible solution. To show that I was
still working on it I started talking again.
"Let's sum up. You and Red want to get together. Which is only right,
because you literally belong to each other. Check. But you can't,
because Red's too small and you're too tall."
"Check," they said simultaneously. I stumbled on.
"Okay." I addressed Red. "Let's take you first. You are
your--uh--natural size. You are satisfied with it. You cannot be
projected up because it would distort you."