Pots-blits-smackerooneys, either is ourSpace now also kaput or everyone is enjoying something more wonderful than loosening the vottage bolts a lil. Okay then, slacken our speech to softener lips-licking fresher realms, write science books for aliens, find meself a much more improved wireless headphone so that other gadgets can be put to good use, a cosmic vehicle par excellent eg. Hey, this Joe spreading the sounds to poncey musing has an interesting hefty luscious voice. He's the chief geezer for all messages onboard to the crew, like i also think that those can switch on to the expert talk on the bridge. There you can visit a large hi-fi place with rows of comfy seats and couches are strewn where you want it. I have yet to write an article over insane biology, then begin pondering about the implication and what can be best done about the flying apart universe at the officers' mess. Could Don maybe persuaded for that ride through the Oort-Clouds out of the Solsytem? i thought we were already on our trip to funny fantasy galaxy clusters. Pamela my muse, if you haven't got anything else at hands will you listen to some space-rock? Elliot makes them comets appear on the yachts speakers. Hey, you are actually right, we both could effe fly to the fun-fair for the simple lol of it, no wake-up required. Steamship, get ready for some explorers. What you say, to the Nibular-shorts? oh, not this again. I suggest we follow Don to get glowings, ambience on french trylights. Hey, we should take such trip more often. See, cosmos is full of acrobat readers. Let's have some elphabetical letters, you pick the feathers, I hold my breath listening to the flagship, a-yep.