Squeaky and friends, and Mary Claire too, is going to be away for eleven days. (Mary Claire is going to accompany a show to England and Scotland where she will be slaving away erecting her set designs at several venues there.)

Exciting for her, yes, but poor Squeaky is going to have to put up with visits from a kindly neighbor so she had better be on her best behavior.

Will miss you guys so take good care of yourselves. Love, from us all.

While you're gone, Sqeaky can send messages through my computer... Casey can arrange it , with his Sushi-Origami training (Commando Level)

Haven't quite departed yet. In just a few hours, actually. I think Squeaky has a crush on Carnaby, BTW.

Mary Claire is coming to the old continent.
I would have loved to hop over to Great Britain to meet her.
But I am caught up in a difficult experiment : To clone a politician ! This project is to be watched night and day, so that nothing gets out of control.
For cloning a politician you only need a single body cell (preferably from the buttocks) and three milligrams of Governmentium (the light version with 11 neurons and 13 morons). But still it is tricky.

Ach! To clone a politician would be difficult indeed (they're such a tricky lot).
But why would you want to clone one?
There are herds of them running wild in most places!

G'day, dear Baron -
to clone this politician is a special order from his party, which has already paid me a fat fee.
He is the most corrupt and lying s.o.b. , but the people love him. As he is due to hop into a coffin in the near future, the party needs a replacement

Dear Professor -
if you finish your cloning successfully, you should hitch a ride in Reinhard's V2 to visit us.
Up here Squeaky wants you to clone the Danish Chef, so that he can prepare meals, even when he (the original) is sleeping.
Also you make a clone of Piaf and take her down to Earth on your return trip.
What a surprise for Mary-Claire !

I notice nobody wants a clone of your dear old Captain!

Oh, Woe, Oh misery.

I need a drink to soothe my nerves!

We big toothed grumblers from Omega VII are happy with one captain only.
You rescued us from the stampeding mushrooms on our home planet
You are leading the fight against those Klingons
But please do not ask Prof. Frankenstein for a clone of yourself. Just imagine the amount of rum and red bubbly this clone would drink, causing a shortage of your favourite fluids !
As we are responsible, to roll the barrels into your cabin, think about the hardship thrown on us by any cloning of your august personality !