What's your secret, Mr. Flint?" asked Jiminy with a smile.
"The two greatest aphrodisiacs in the universe," answered Flint easily. "Money and power." He paused. "A hell of a lot of rhinos could've kept their horns if people had just looked at things the way they are, instead of the way they'd like them to be.
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It is the home of a very unusual race, as violent in their way as the people of Earth."
"I will assume that's a good thing to be," said Flint dryly.
"For the purpose of this proposition, it most definitely is," said Kargennian, ignoring Flint's undisguised animosity. "They have a culture that worships weaponry fully as much as yours does."
"I don't know that we actually worship it."
"Perhaps I used the wrong word," replied Kargennian. "But the fact remains that their history and cultures are as fully committed to firearms as your own. To this day, most of them carry hand weapons, as barbaric as the concept may seem.
He opened a desk drawer and withdrew two gaily wrapped packages. Then, standing up, he carried one over to Flint and handed the other to Tojo.
“What’s this all about?” asked Flint.
“I realize that we haven’t celebrated any of your holidays since leaving Earth,” explained the blue man, “but according to my calendar, today is the last Thursday in November.”
“So?”
“Happy Thanksgiving! said Mr. Ahasuerus, contorting his lips to form a smile.
There was a momentary silence.
“I’m afraid you’ve got it all wrong,” said Flint. On Thanksgiving we slaughter innocent birds and forget to abuse Indians. Christmas is when we defoliate forests and exchange gifts.”