I’m out. I'm okay. Everything is fine. I pushed the Sidewinder out through a cat flap I noticed in the back of the station. Now as soon as my pulse gets down to double digits, I will compose a strongly worded letter of complaint to the station manager, and a very indignant Yelp review.

Also I will have to change my underwear again...apparently Adrenalin is brown - who knew?

Sweet Mother of Merope! They're actually shooting at me! I was just trying to leave this loony spin cycle when a speeding Orca pushed me into the toast rack. Next thing I see is lasers everywhere trying to KILL me. Totally not my fault! I'm currently hiding behind a billboard and have no plans of leaving anytime soon…unless I run out of air... or Oreos.

Can you re-wire a docking computer and somehow run the program backwards, so you can use it for taking off? If you could give me an answer in the next 2 min and 38 secs, I would be eternally greatful. Just asking for a friend…

Is it ABSOLUTELY necessary for that damned mailslot to rotate so fast...or at all? And how fat and slow can ONE single Type-10 legally be?

RIP the piggy bank. I knocked the piggy bank of its shelf and it exploded in a shower of coins. So what to do with more coins than you can fit in your trouser pockets? Well being the shrewd businessman I am, I decided to invest in a Sidewinder! And what a fine vessel it is…I think.

I will now retire to the toilet to read the manual, and emerge the scourge of the galaxy! Brb…