Go to Mars, the man says. I can't go anywhere. The elders caught us giving a rassle when Aliana was away and we're in again.
These flower roots taste terrible.
Jed
SPACEGRAM
To: Jed Michaels,
Ryttuk, Eros
YOU BLUNDERING BABOON, YOU'RE FIRED.
HORROCKS
ROCKET MAIL
(Free, Royal Frank)