"Very good, sir."
With an effort the chubby man got to his feet, walked to the bar and
poured himself a long drink.
The following morning Raymond, finding his body host to a horrible
hangover, staggered into the living room, and fumbled behind the bar
for a small plastic container, which was labeled: HANGOVER-OVER.
He removed two blue pills and tossed them into his mouth.
When Raymond was half-way through his second cup of coffee, he suddenly
jumped to his feet and snapped his fingers. "I've got it. What a
tremendous, frightening idea. But it might work."
He raced over to the Televisor and put in another call to
Allied-News-Facs.
A half hour later the ad was coming out of the News-Facs machine in an
excited staccato that matched Raymond's quickening pulse.
As soon as the ad was printed, he ripped it out of the receiver: