I think the cold medicine causes this...
Jet Stetson jumped into his starship and quickly sealed the door. Annika, his mistress, was busy preening and petting her pet cat with the seven toes. The monkey was again jumping up and down and throwing dried apricot at the warp drive.
It was hard being a space cowboy. The damned cattle wouldn’t go into the chute and his mistress refused to get her hands dirty. He only kept her around because she seemed to have a special way with the transponster. And, of course, she spoke dwibble and Parcheesi.
He quick slid into the pilot’s pod and fired up the tri-engine starship. He offered up twin prayers to his Gods, Marykatee and Ash. They had never failed him before. The engines fired up without a sputter and he sped away from the godforsaken spaceport as though running from the hounds of hell.
And in a way, he was. Today’s lesson? Never win at Jupiter Poker when there is an irritable Elephantine water trader named “Chickpea” at the table.
