The infirmary is filled, Horsey. The Director's finger is in a splint and he can't direct. Piaf is going to take over rehearsals for him.

Reinhard has a splint on his finger too, and he can't fly the V2.

And, worst of all, the Danish Chef has his finger in a splint. (I think Mary Claire is going to cook and I'm worried about my tummy.) I don't want to hurt Mary Claire's feelings, but she's not a very good cook. (I should know. You should see the "special" diet she has me on. Nothing like the sweet cream and other treats Piaf gets from the Danish Chef. )

Despite the splints on our right hands, we will steer our trusty V2 down to Earth by my stroke affected left hand.
Planets, comets, and asteroids, watch out !!
In Vienna we will undergo special treatment - me, the Danish Chef, and the Opera Director.
My grandchildren are also there. In exchange for endless fun rides they have promised to deliver fearful weapons against the evil Klingons.