Nimbly lurching through the hallway, I met up with Elder Barton, one of the two Mormon chaps we have on board. "Spacemummy, the crew has been looking for you."

"Oh, hey, I forgot you were on the ship. How's everything going, Elder? Woah, that starjelly really messed things up around here. Boojums from Kansas. Wooboy."

He looked irritated. "It's this problem with security..."

"Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. I'm speaking as much for myself as the rest of you, but we've really got to stop resting on our laurels around here and tighten up. A bit."

He exploded, "What do you mean resting on our laurels? We haven't done anything! We haven't gone anywhere!"

"Sure we have. We've been flying around space and stuff. Look, we're heading out to this mining asteroid where there's lots of hard-working party people that we can give Orgonomy pamphlets and get loaded with."

"Just. Take. Me. Home!"

"I'm sorry, we can't do that. It would endanger the mission."

"What Mission!"

"Why don't you just go down and pay CyborgBill a little visit. He's got this new little pharmeceutical that'll fix you right up." Who says I'm not responsive to the needs of my crew?