Lew and Gallegher hauled the Big Ball Full of Doomsday on its chains through the parking lot and attached the chains to Lew's rocket. Because it was still practically immune to the gravity of anything but itself, the ball bounced merrily along behind them. They looked like they were going to a party. There was a kind of a carnival atmosphere about the whole thing, or there was, anyway, if you were Gallegher. He was singing 'Camptown Races'.
Lew raised the cockpit canopy and started his engine. Once they'd risen clear of the college he turned off all downward thrust and the rocket's intertrium body drifted up into the sky.
Gallegher sang himself out before they'd made it out of the atmosphere. He was looking back at the Big Ball of Doom with a worried expression which, Lew thought, was perfectly well justified; but it turned out that this was something new. "Do you think it's getting closer?" Gallegher asked.
The rocket felt a little sluggish to Lew. He increased his forward thrust and felt the drag decrease a bit. "It's starting to attract us," he decided. "If we don't get rid of it soon we'll be pulled right into the central mass." Once they were clear of any obstacles in orbit Lew pushed the accelerator to the floor and aimed his rocket into the Sun.
"We won't get there for a while, you know," Gallegher told him helpfull