We frogs want to leave this nutty ship !
No more peas in the pantry !
The captain is still thrashing about in our swimming pool !
We need to know, if visa are required from frogs or geese to touchdown on this newly detected planet.
The Klingon Intruder, now in our sickbay, looks like a mummy, because of Sady's bandaging skills.
Mrs. Grundy killed all the Klingon's fleas with "OFF", so we are deprived of our favourite insect food.
Reinhard, prepare your rocket to blast us down to planet Wotsitname. It cannot be worse, than up here.
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