Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for July 01, 2014

‘How many Kennys have you lost on your ship?’

Doctor Mel may have been “Intern Mel” at that point though

Hal: “Just what do you think you’re doing, Don?”

“I think you ought to know I’m feeling very aggressive.”

And so, to bed.

“Is it true that in space no one can smell your farts?”

In space, no one needs their spleen.

And gentlemen in England, now a-bedShall think themselves accursed they were not here,And hold their Spleens cheap whiles any speaksThat fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.