Ellik clapped me on the shoulder. "Of course it doesn't."

But his grip was too strong.

"Johnny," Ellik said gravely, "do you think _you_ could carry me?"

"Wait a minute. You want me to act like one of those slobs? That's

asking a lot."

"But could you?"

"Not all the way to those buildings. What was the gravity reading, Lee?"

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