"A HOLE IN DER SEAT OF DER BANTS TO AGGOMODATE DER TAIL."
"Ogay, Mitkey. Such shall be ready for you in fife minutes."
So they compromised by refueling Mitkey's rocket with something that would cancel out the million and a quarter odd miles he would have to travel. That secret they didn't have to worry about, because the fuel would be gone by the time the rocket landed.
Day of departure.
"Ve haff done our best, Mitkey, to set und time der rocket so it vill land on or near der spot from vhich you left Earth. But you gannot eggspect agguracy in a voyach so long as this. But you vill land near. The rest iss up to you. Ve haff equvipped the rocket ship for effery contingency."
"Thank you, Herr Klarloth, Herr Bemj. Gootbye."
"Gootbye, Mitkey. Ve hate to loose you."