A fungible outcome.
Okay, who's going to Betelgeuse for the advance mission? Let's see a show of hands. I meant now, boys, right now. Is that it? Nearly one hand. Call it none. Man oh Manischewitz, do I have to do everything myself? (No, I wasn't asking for a show of hands on THAT.) All I ask is a little cooperation on a deadly dangerous deep-space excursion, and I get nothing. Bunch of layabouts. Looks like I'll have to do it myself - just me and Marvin (my personal robot assistant). Yeah, I mean you, Marvin. I know you didn't put your hand up. What part of "my personal robot assistant" do you not understand, eh? Sheesh. I'm going to have to ask Mitch to program some obedience into that boy.... when he gets back from Mad Science-a-ganza in Sao Paolo. (Doesn't sound hugely scientific to me, but.... my studies were in the humanities.) Yeah, you see, Tiny Montgomery (our sometimes booking agent) has arranged a performance in the Betelgeuse system as part of Big Green...