Whatever happens in Hyperspace, stays in Hyperspace

Get that laundry outta here’

Humanity’s first interstellar commander remained focussed.

His companions weren’t.

-‘But those socks are filthy’

-‘Snap outta it Victoria, you need to alter course’

-‘But Bosun’s made lasagne

-‘Ye’re both hallucinating …focus, we need to change course’

-‘Uh, he might be right Vicky, remember our training –hyperspace can trick your mind



That’s the last of our fuel, I hope you’re right commander

-‘About what? what’re ye doing in my house?’

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