The trick was to close the lid slowly. With that accomplished he discovered that grease wouldn't stay in the bottom of the skillet. Finally he filled the skillet with water and poached the egg.
... vaporize a section of the hull big enough so he could poke his fist through it ... with a velocity of a hundred miles a second there probably wouldn't be enough left of the ship to identify....
He dumped the egg into the disposal chute. He had lost his appetite.
Read the meters, list the readings in the log book. Note any changes between consecutive readings. Test the air, note the humidity. Read the meters, list the readings in the log book. Note the—oh hell, he knew the order by heart as it was. Under Personal Reaction he wrote: damn sick and tired of it. Ten days to go before halfway mark.
He flipped the switch that cut the light circuit and floated lazily in the dark. It was peaceful and quiet and his eyes closed in sleep.
Tick ... tick ... tick....
He jerked awake. What the hell!
Tick ... tick ... tick ... tick!