Sensors didn’t detect the phenomenon until we were almost on top of it.
I’m sure whatever it is seems very important to you, but my situation is far more critical.
And now, crew, I will render ‘Kathleen’… one more time!
It is the most important one, and — for me — the only one that matters.
What’s wrong with it?
It has described a great monstrous shape on which I am like a fly, stuck on a turtle’s back, adrift in a great emptiness.
I helped decorate the tree.
You’re one of us, now.
Sir, do you mock me?
Really?
What sort of meaningless doubletalk is this?
Didn’t you order Scotch?
The tricky part is what happens afterwards.
What’s the first thing you’d do if you had your ship back?
He’s so mean!
Take care, woman: I am convinced of your guilt; do not compound it with false accusation…
Your sanctuary, remember?
Well, if you don’t take advantage of your opportunities…
Aren’t you dead?
Oh, no, no, no. Merely deserted. You see, gentlemen, behind every great man there is a woman urging him on. And so it was with my Stella. She urged me on into outer space. Not that she meant to, but with her continual, eternal, confounded nagging. Well, I think of her constantly, and every time I do, I go further out into space.