The Warlock's Companion
“"All I want is, you should have a good time, Joe." "How can I help it?" Reggie looked at the check, gloating. He was so grateful that he didn't even remind the old man about the name change. "Thanks, Pop!" " 'S all right." The elder Vapochek waved his cigar negligently. "The dog bootie sales're going pretty good, and the parakeet sweater production is way up. We can afford some time for you to, like, sow your wild oats. Just get 'em outa your system." Pop gave a leering chuckle. "You got a lotta sowing to do, boy, if you wanna break my record—and I had to do it when I had time off from the steelworks!" "Boy, you can bet I will, Pop! Starting with a sports car!" "Oh?" Pop's eye glinted. "What you got your eye on?" "One of those new Heatrash jobs, Pop, with the afterburners and the double-strength antigrav." "Yeah, I heard about them. Got one of them new FCC robot brains for a guidance computer, don't it?" "Yeah—and cashmere upholstery half a foot thick, a built-in autobar, 360-degree s...ound, light show on the ceiling…" "So who's gonna be watching the ceiling?" And the elder Vapochek guffawed, waving the boy away with his cigar.MoreLess
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