The first mate, who had been asleep, sat bolt upright on the bed. "God damn hit!" he screamed. "My haid!"
"Oh," said a crew member, who was dragging a woman by the hair, "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't know you were in here. I just came in to Cast Mary Jane Off in privacy." He waved an odd-looking instrument at Martha by way of amplification.
"Hello, mummy," one of the smaller girls said to the woman.
"Oh, why, hello, honey. Are you having fun?"
"Oh, yes, mummy."
Mary Jane looked at the crewman. "Well, Bob," she said, "I guess we'll just have to go some place else."
"Well, git hout er come in, but shut that door! That noise out there is a-tearin' off my haid!"
The crewman called Bob dragged the woman called Mary Jane out of the room. She pulled the door closed behind her.
"Well, children," Martha said, "we ought to get back to my story. Now, King Farko, as you will remember, received a special dispensation...."