Robert Sheckley - Specialist

Human - specialist - Pusher - he entered fully into the Crew, merged with them, threw mental arms around the shoulders of Thinker and Talker.
Suddenly, the Ship shot forward at eight times the speed of light. It continued to accelerate.

Robert Sheckley - Morning After

He was Walter Hill Piersen, 32, unmarried, unemployed, unwanted. He had taken a job when he was eighteen, to please his parents. But he had given it up after a week, because it bored him and interfered with his sleep. He had considered marriage once, but the responsibilities of a wife and family appalled him. He was almost thirty-three, thin, flabby-muscled, and pallid. He had never done anything of the slightest importance to himself or to anyone else, and he never would.

Henry Kuttner - Nothing But Gingerbread Left

And, a little while later-days or weeks, it doesn't matter - Goebbels is going to walk into a big room, and there he's going to see Adolf Hitler goose-stepping around and yelling:
LEFT!
LEFT!
LEFT a wife and SEVenteen children in
STARVing condition with NOTHing but gingerbread
LEFT!

Snatch

- Bookies got blagged last night.
- Blagged? Speak English. This country spawned the language, and nobody seems to speak it.