Is this a visit or a visitation?
And thank her for the chicken soup.
Yes, I know, Christine. Would you make me some of that plomeek soup?
…the best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. It says that the effect of a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is like having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.
So I stopped chasing stars, started sweeping up bars, for room, board, and all my drinks free.
What’s to trust? Business is business.
There’s something new in you, yet something older than the sky itself. I sense that I can trust you.
How far would you go to get your answers?
To Infinity, and Beyond!
Space, the final frontier.
Go tell the rest of your kind there are marvels in Creation far beyond their narrow dreaming.
The first ten million years were the worst. And the second ten million: they were the worst, too. The third ten million I didn’t enjoy at all. After that, I went into a bit of a decline.
Is that why you have that shoebox in your closet that says “Cincinnati”?
No, I’m from Iowa. I only work in outer space.
You cannot kill the truth, and the truth is back in business.
I have the two qualities required to see absolute truth: I am brilliant, and unloved.
Welcome to Pacific Tech’s “Smart People on Ice”.
Instead of living out here on the ice, our ancestors were keeping warm down below.
When miners have to take up arms to protect their rights, they probably have their reasons.
May I ask why?