But logic and convictions have very little to do with emotions. You saw him viciously attack me, I told the stunned customers as I headed for the door. Thermocouples, galvanometers, things like that. After crawling out of the suit I had a great deal of pleasure watching it burn to a cinder under the heat of three thermite bombs, I particularly enjoyed kicking the resultant hissing slag into the lake. A very good guess for this late at night, I told him cheerily. You thought you were giving me my discharge. I have heard tell that certain savage tribes used to slaughter the physician if his patient died, a system that is not without merit. There is no such thing as fair fighting when you are struggling for your life.