" But Margo doesn""t think much of her fans and audience:Autograph fiends, they""re not people.Those are little beasts that run around in packs like coyotes...They""re nobody""s fans.They""re juvenile delinquent, they""re mental defective, and nobody""s audience.They never see a play or a movie even.They""re never indoors long enough.Karen begs Margo to see one of her adoring "indoors" fans: "Oh, but you can""t put her out.I promised.Margo, you""ve got to see her.She worships you.It""s like something out of a book...You""re her whole life." Eve, seen in the alley""s shadows as "the mousy one with the trench coat and a funny hat," is ushered into the dressing room and introduced to Margo - with unflattering cold cream on her face.Come away with me, Letty.I love you.Lige announced that the party could recommence ("Cyclone blowed over - shindig under way again!").As Roddy was departing (Lige and Sourdough framed the outer doorway on either side), he advised Letty to ponder his proposal for the next 24 hours:Think it over, Letty - I""ll be in town until tomorrow night -He again wiped away dust from his sleeve.Later that night in Starfleet Headquarters, an emergency meeting had been convened by high-ranking officers, led by Admiral Marcus.As the curious young chimp explored he work site, it uncovered a sawed-off shot-gun in Carver""s tool-kit box.