"Yeah," said Mike, "stupid! And what if something goes wrong with one of those things and it just launches its warheads?"
"They've got all kinds of built in fail safes," said Cooper, "they're supposed to shut down before they malfunction."
Mike looked at Horton, completely perplexed. "But I don't understand! Why am I drawing pictures of one?"
"I don't know," admitted Horton. "We'll probably find out eventually." He went to his desk and opened a drawer. He took out a stack of forms, looked at the backs, and opened another drawer, withdrawing two pencils and a pen. He brought them over to Mike.
"Here," he said, "the back of these are blank. If you feel like drawing anything else, go ahead, don't resist it, just let your hand draw. Go on home, now. Oh, wait a minute!" he said. He picked a small notebook up off the desk. "If you hear that voice again write down anything it says."
"Sure!" Mike agreed, as he headed out the door, "Whatever you say, sir!"
"Hey, Mike!" called Cooper, "How 'bout joining Jeanie and I for supper tonight? I've got a real ham and some potatoes, and I'm looking for someone to share it with! Say....six o'clock?"
"REAL ham?" Mike cried, "Off a REAL pig? You bet, Doc! You couldn't keep me away!"
"Fine!" said Cooper. "See you then!"