You know I seldom complain, Gilbert, but I simply cannot restrain myself any longer. That odious man, that upstart from the Pomeranian backwoods, Reinhard, has been making personal remarks about me.

I have been reviewing my chapter about MANNERS IN OUTER SPACE in my book, ETIQUETTE ABOARD, and I think the book is now sufficiently heavy for you to use it to inflict some nasty damage on him.

PS. The Captain could use a good bashing also. He looks a little strange today. Perhaps it's the wine.

Reinhard just came back from a usual rum-and-wine-and spareparts-shuttle. As he had to flee from Gilbert Grundy, who wanted to throw a book at him, he gave me labels to put on containers which he shipped up.
As I am, as always, overworked and very busy, I mixed up the labels
So please note :
The container labeled "Chateau de Rotain Socs" holds booster cleaning fuel for Reinhards V2 rocket.
The container labeled DANGER ! CORROSIVE LIQUID ! holds red wine

Mixing the labels up caused me to drink rocket-cleaner instead of red wine !
Fortunately, it turns out to be more palatble than the Chateau de Rotain Sox.

I wonder if the wine works as a rocket cleaner ?