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" Presently they came out. "Excuse us, folks. Uh, Hazel?" "What is it, Cas?" "You said your fee was two-thirds of our net." "Huh? Did your leg come away in my hand, chum? I wouldn't—" "Oh, no, we'd rather pay it." He reached out, dropped half a dozen small coins in her hand. "There it is." She looked at it. "This is two-thirds of all you made on the deal?" "After taxes." "Of course," added Pollux, "it wasn't a total loss. We had the use of the bicycles for a couple of hundred million miles. "
― Robert A. Heinlein , The Rolling Stones
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" But its other characteristic it shares with almost anything Martian. It can last long periods in hibernation, or if that isn't necessary, in a state of lowered vitality and activity—say when there is no food available. But with any increase in the food supply, then at once—almost like throwing a switch—it expands, multiplies to the full extent of the food supply." "I'll say it does!" "Cut off the food supply and it simply waits for more good times. Pure theory, of course, since I am reasoning by analogy from other Martian life forms—but that's why I'm going to have to disappoint Lowell. Fuzzy Britches will have to go on very short rations." Her husband frowned. "That won't be easy; he feeds it all the time. We'll just have to watch him—or there will be more little visitors from heaven. Honey, let's get busy. Right now." "Yes, dear. I just had to get my thoughts straight." Roger called them all to general quarters; Operation Roundup began. They shooed them aft and into the hold; they slithered back, purring and seeking companionship. Pollux got into the hold and tried to keep them herded together while the others scavenged through the ship. His father stuck his head in; tried to make out his son in a cloud of flat cats. "How many have you got so far?" "I can't count them—they keep moving around. Close the door!" "How can I keep the door closed and still send them in to you?" "How can I keep them in here if you keep opening the door? "
― Robert A. Heinlein , The Rolling Stones