Over. Over the topper. Over blown. Over the rainbow. When we forced the Rocket down on Antares innermost planet for repairs there was no color there. It was not dark or light or white or red or yellow near the sun. We almost took too long to get HER going off that smallest rock in orbit. You call your vessels her no one refers to Rockets as male. And the symbolism should not be lost on ewe. It is the way that we were formed from Birth canals. The spanners fixed the hull we are now taking off to Earth it will be good to see mye Girlfriend again eye must remember that even iff she knoes about the wife she does not yet have her namme at least not yet and so there is a little breathing space for eye. Eye have mye hand on the stardrive but its not ready to rocket. IN just a few more moments its a go. Coming up on it. Almost to the release point. Just a little more lingering. Wait. Eye had to move the pods over they were getting fuel backed up. Now to realign the shaft. The stress of all these G forces makes a wonderful release. All systems go. Eye jumped and its all over now. We did the BigTopper. Earth is next on the Star Chart. INnuendoe.
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