A shapely redheaded intern with blazing green eyes and a mischievous smile stepped up to the hologram and sprayed it with bactine mist. "Sorry, Space-crust, you're outta luck. I have documented hereditary rights based on the original publication contract signed by my great-to-the-tenth grandfather, old Godfather Heinlein himself! So go suck vacuum!"

The hologram, clearly disappointed, folded in on itself and disappeared.