 What is the name of the space cruiser that the Groacians are hiding?
You don't have to be crazy to be an earth diplomat—but on Groac it sure helps! [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, March 1962. I "The Consul for the Terrestrial States," Retief said, "presents his compliments, et cetera, to the Ministry of Culture of the Groacian Autonomy, and with reference to the Ministry's invitation to attend a recital of interpretive grimacing, has the honor to express regret that he will be unable—" "You can't turn this invitation down," Administrative Assistant Meuhl said flatly. I've been tied up every off-duty hour since I got here—" "You can't offend the Groaci," Miss Meuhl said sharply. "You've been here on Groac for four years, Miss Meuhl. "The Groaci are a very sensitive race. The pale-featured Groacian vibrated his throat-bladder in a distressed bleat. "The impossibility of access to outworlders. The few Groacians on the street eyed him furtively, veered to avoid him as he passed. An elaborate one picked out in pinkish paint seemed to indicate the Groacian equivalent of a bar. A Groacian bartender was dispensing clay pots of alcoholic drink from the bar-pit at the center of the room. A tall Groacian vibrated his mandibles in a gesture of contempt. Retief backed, rounded a corner into a narrow alley-like passage, deserted, silent ... except for the following Groacian.
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