The slippery mechanical words pummeled Paroofaís hear-pores as he fidgeted with a consoleful of levers and switches. He punched in a new combination and then whistled into the glistening control rod.
"This is Paroofa, Mind-Fudge Clearance Project, Drawback 90, Bonezone...calling Glooka, The Wonder Computer, Downtown...am unfamiliar with these new controls...kindly assist."
A whirring sound filled the cubicle, the lights blinked out, and the Visiscreen lit up with a 3-D advert for Old Gefilte Flesh Tonic. It was painfully loud.
"Spud... plud... nanoblood... fudd... excrecrud... whatíre you doing, Sonny? I have many important atems on my igenda today, and I have no time for malarky."
Paroofa poked a button marked
"Um, hey down there, listen! Iím having some trouble with input coefficients here...shift network is rerouting my program through an alien-floss channel and I canít get my transmission out without ano-alteration. Can a time-floss override be hooked in here for a moment?"
The three-dimensional advert abruptly transmogrified into a howling temporal-swipe banshee, another alien-floss channel. Halucinographic astrosocks assaulted Paroofaís hear-pores with fresh cacophonics...then they disappeared.
"Time-floss temporary override. This is Glooka, Downtown. State preferences and be prepared for shuttle transmission."
Relieved, Paroofa gathered his wits, which had scattered all over the floor of the cubicle.
"Paroofa, Mind-Fudge Clearance Project, Drawback 90, Bonezone...hello yourself, Glooka."
"Hello yourself, Bonezone Paroofa...shift to 12 buckles, 18 dots, then choose one from column A and two from column B."
"One from A, two from B. Check." Paroofa tweaked the necessary switches.
"Thatíll be 20 nanoclams for the first three questions."
Paroofa deposited his chips into the fluttering hallucinohand, which had loomed up out of the Visiscreen.
"You thank me...now state preferences."
Paroofa cuddled the alarm button on his Smegophone and began. -I wish to locate one Treflin Karmora, formerly a roommite of the 22nd Century Unicommand Welfare Disbursement Center, Hall of Glooka, Midtown. Check. I wish to negate an econo-delirium mastoid transplant. Check. I wish to...."
"Cease transmission, Bonezone Paroofa...my Visiscreen senses phony nanoclams. Prepare for artifact light-freeze penalty."
But Paroofa was megaprepared; as hostile hallucinohands groped for him from the Visiscreen, he drew his concealed mudgun and unleashed a barrage of zords onto the surprised computer cubicle.
The Visiscreen blushed pink and melted...the buttons and switches became confused and exasperated...and Glooka, The Wonder Computer, made a mental note to get even with the Mind-Fudge Clearance Projector.
"Crummy... scummy... dummy... cosmorummy... youíll get yours, Bonezone Paroofa...."
Paroofa, however, was already fleeing for the exit, unmindful of the servomechanismís displeasure. He dashed under the turnstiles, past the Aardguard Patrol, and up through the Central Access Facility...right into the clamps of the waiting Unicommand Watch Force.