1. We find ourselves slumped in the capsule, held up by the entitlement of the elderly. Had we ridden the metro, we would not now face the settlers, their unintentional dicks buckled over in the snow.
2. They offer half orders? That's what we should have gotten.
3. Another low-level crisis past, we proceed but are afraid that our habits may soon harden into cantankerousness-- like astronauts in period dress, fobbing off stones into and out of ureters. geocaching to do anything at all. and playing at sleeping.