"Very well." Jubal paused, slowly took out a big handkerchief and blew his nose in a prolonged blast, producing a minor chord three octaves below middle C.  He then fixed Kung with his eye and said solemnly, "Mr. Assemblyman, I'll address this to you - because I know it is unnecessary to address it to the government in the person of the Secretary.  Once a long, long tine ago, when I was a little boy, another little boy, equally young and foolish, and I formed a club.  Just the two of us.  Since we had a club, we had to have rules... and the first rule we passed, unanimously, I should add - was that henceforth we would always call our mothers, 'crosspatch.' Silly, of course... but we were very young.  Mr. Kung, can you deduce the outcome of that 'rule'?"