I am wearing gumboots, my Biosuit consists of a tatty old piece of rag held under my nose, it appears to be environmentally sound, there are a bits of space junk lying around all over the place, AND A SPANISH DANCERS SLIPPER on a tatty old rug next to the Stargazers Almanac, and the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, a dead fish,, a very interesting peice of " beam me up, scotty", type of electro- something, and what looks likes triangulation vector graphs of the interpolation /gravitational relationships of a strange planet, as well as a signed poster of Schuey, and a dog eared photo of K -D with a couple of,"since fired for being overweight, and hanging out with characters of ill-repute", Minardi T-shirt wearing people, apart from that, come on in, the spa temperature is just fne, there is a well stocked fridge, if you like schnappes, aquivitte ( never could spell it)
Andd How Did I know that the rest of you mere mortals would wait, shrinkng back on your earthly couches
Apologies, not, for the trespass K-D, Humans tend to kill things they do not understand
( they were my footsteps that Neil and NASA have been pondering ever since 
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