Here Comes Mr. Jordan Page #4

- Wait a minute. Where to?

- I'm taking you back.

- Yeah, but you can't.

Didn't we just tell you?

I haven't got a body anymore.

What of it? I'll get you another body.

- You'll do what?

- Another body?

Well, that's what I said.

Come along, Joseph.

No, wait a minute, wait a minute.

What kind of a deal is this?

You can't go shoving

just anybody's body off on me.

- No, not on your life.

- Mr. Pendleton, please.

If Mr. Jordan says he'll get you

another body, he'll get you another body...

every bit as good as your own, if not better.

There isn't any better.

I put in 10 years

getting that body in the pink.

Just 'cause you guys fumbled the ball

is no reason...

But, Joseph, it's gone.

Your body doesn't exist any longer.

But, that isn't my fault.

You guys can do anything.

- Go ahead, do your stuff.

- We shall, Joseph.

You shall have your choice of 1,000 bodies.

All excellent specimens.

1,000 bodies? Mr. Pendleton, think of that.

Yeah, I am thinking about it,

and I say no dice.

I don't want anybody's body.

I want my body.

Oh, don't be so fussy.

Your body, after all, what is it?

Just a physical covering, that's all,

worth, chemically, 32 cents.

- Not mine. It was in the pink, I tell you.

- Oh, dear.

- Shall we get started?

- Now, wait a minute.

Let's understand one another

before we start running around.

Joseph, I promise you we'll keep looking

until we find the body you like.

Now, that's fair enough, isn't it?

Well, I don't want

any more than is coming to me.

I just want what I was,

and what I was going to be.

No more, no less.

- But I expect you to make good, Mr. Jordan.

- I'll do my best.

- Come along.

- I warn you...

- you may be just wasting your time.

- I have a lot of that.

Goodbye, Mr. Pendleton. Good luck.

That sounds mighty weird coming from you.

I thought that messenger was pretty good

at getting around, but you're terrific.

Russia, Australia, South Africa,

and now New York. How do you do it?

Oh, yeah, I know. Trade secret.

- Joe, we've made 130 stops.

- We made a raft of them, all right.

I know how you feel about a perfect body...

but I've offered you

the cream of last week's crop...

and you've turned up your nose at the lot.

You know there wasn't a decent physique

in the whole bunch, Mr. Jordan.

You can't palm off a second-rater on me.

You got to remember I was in the pink.

That is becoming

a most obnoxious color, Joe.

- Don't mention it again, please.

- Okay.

Next stop?

A pretty snazzy place.

- Who do we size up here?

- The owner, Bruce Farnsworth.

Now, look here, Mr. Jordan, this isn't

just another one of those things, is it?

You'll find this most interesting, Joe.

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