Excuse my language, Joe." Poor guy. He's not a bad crewman. Of course, he's not a particularly good one either. "I'm afraid that since the confabulator has decoupled from the gershunter, we're going to crash!"
"Oh no!"
"Look after Samantha," you tell Joe. "You know how delicate her sensibilities are. And if Jim gets to her first she might never recover from the encouragement."
He takes a steadying gulp of the Earthside scotch you keep on hand for emergencies, and climbs down the hatch as Samantha Foster begins to scream.
It's tough making a living using a ship that's made entirely from second-grade mashe from the industrial planet of Paypier, but it belonged to your father and…