But one of those bouncing phaser bolts finally hit our invisibility field generator and turned it off !

Just us and a few bits of control room furniture sailing along now !

Wonder if our radio still works ?
I should call for a rescue ship !

My dear trusty V2 rocket just ran into some debris left over from the Klingon's ship breakup. We hit the remains of a bathroom locker. Now there is toothpaste, (striped green and blue), also black liquid soap, and cream for facial masks (made from mildewed Omegan mushrooms and rotten whale blubber) - all smeared over my fine rocket. What will my mother say, when I visit her next week ?

This is the third ship I've lost since I started my marauding career !
Our BBE ( Beloved Benevolent Emperor ) will have me staked out in front of a Btraster stampede ! (they're big enough to make Great Toothy Grumblers look cute )

Esteemed Admiral of SS Incredibable !
Via HYGOT (Hyperspace Gossip Transmitter) I got reliable information, throwing doubt on activities of my son Reinhard von Braun. He joined your expedition with the last functioning V2 rocket of his grandfather, claiming, that you are a transgalactic exploration team sponsored by NASA and NABISCO.
Now what must I hear ?
The fine rocket is dirty all over, exhaust tubes not cleaned ?
Instead of transporting scientific material, fuel, and provisions, my son is involved in rum running on your behalf ?
Which function aboard has a certain Madame Ovalpuss ? My boy is only 64 and no match for cunning French women !
Send him back immediately !!!

May I call you 'Nessy' , or would you prefer 'Barry' ?

Rhinehard is a sterling character , and diligent in his duties.
He performs duties that are much more important to the running of the ship than merely maintaining my rum supplies. For example , .. he ummm... welll, there's always.. ahhh...

Well , while I try to think of something more important than my rum supply , I'll get Scotty to arrange a pump and hose from the ship's swimming pool to wash the V2.

Put your boots on Squeaky. No, you don't need your lipstick, but maybe your gold bathing suit is a good idea. We're going to help Scotty wash the V2. Reinhard will be in trouble with his mama if it isn't clean.

Maybe we can write the Baroness a letter telling her how good Reinhard is, Squeaky. He's kind to animals and if he doesn't wear socks it's because he gave them all to Ducky. (I don't know why, but humans are supposed to wear socks.) Do you think the Baroness knows that Madam Ovalpuss is 87? That might help.

Let's ask Sady. I'm sure she can think of all kinds of good things to write to the Baroness so she won't be worried.

My dear friend Reinhard and I lead exemplary lives upon the SS Incredibable. We always eat our flaxseed oil, our cod liver oil, and our cayenne pepper. There is more, but I will spare your delicate ears.

Several times a day Reinhard and I bend our knees in prayer. ( PIAF, shut up ! You're far too honest for this task. Go to the kitchen and have some sweet cream. ) Now, as I was saying: Reinhard and I bend our elbows at least once a day. No, no ! That cat has me disconcerted. I mean, we bend our knees once a day and look heavenward. I hope, dear lady, you have no fears. Reinhard is far too chaste to be tempted by any French tart. Even if she is 87 years old.

Now I am quite comforted and reassured !
My son enjoys your companionship, you, a poet who has my greatest admiration ! Also I am not afraid of Mme. Ovalpuss any more. Reinhard can run still faster than a 87 year old bloody French tart (excuse my French, mylord !).
But : I harbour a suspicion, that the Admiral might have been born and raised in those British convict colonies down under ! Please do tell the captain, that for him I am definitely not "Barry" or "Nessy", but always "My Gracious Lady" !!
You, if we ever meet in my mansion for coffee and black forest cake, call me Adelaide ! But please use the proper pronunciation, not the sloppy English way :
AAH-DAY-LAH-EE-DAY (accentuation on -EE-) !

Lemme assure you , Luv , Young Rhinehard is in the best of company here !

We have daily sessions of calish... calisthenks... callosh.... ummm... exarshises, to keep his elbows limber.

He has a great time zippin around in his vintage V2.