"What kind?"
"First you're going to get off a message to this Rear-Sobucks bunch
and tell them what they can do with their bill _and_ their automatic
bather--if it'll fit. You can also explain what's happened."
"This time we'll send the message around the _right_ leg of the
cluster," Bataul assured.
"Then we're hopping over to this McWorther system and laying down the
law to that character. _That_ I want to do personally."
* * * * *
"This," said Twenty-Seventh Vice-President Wheeler of Rear-Sobucks,
"explains it all."
"Communications interfusion?" the twenty-sixth vice-president asked.
"Absolutely, V.R. Just like Premier Netath says."
"Then there's a Rear-Sobucks customer who has been unnecessarily
inconvenienced and still hasn't been satisfied?"
With a curt nod, Wheeler confirmed the other's fear.
V.R. rose from his desk and wagged a finger at the other. "I still
don't understand it all, Wheeler. But I can't avoid the impression that
you're somehow responsible for the mess."
Wheeler cowered.
"_You're_ going to take a trip--now!" V.R. went on, gathering steam.
"_You're_ going to deliver a bather personally to this Potentate
McWorther. _You're_ going to extend the apologies of the entire
Rear-Sobucks organization!"