10:47 GMT

Between Burroughs Station, Mars and Bambasa Station, Io

Squeeeee-EAK.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what? That tinging in the starboard engine? It’s nothing.”

Squeeeee-EAK. Rumble. Gurgle. EEEEK.

“There it goes again.”

“There goes what again?”

“My stomach. I think something’s alive in there.”

“It’s just that chili cheese hot dog you had for breakfast.”

“No, I don’t think so. Something’s alive in there.”

“It’s just gas. Chili, cheese, onions, sauerkraut, pickles, and mustard for breakfast will do that to you.”

“No, not like this. I think it’s Vossian Intestinal Maggots.”

“Vossian Intestinal Maggots?”

“Remember those Vossian buffalo steaks we had? I told you they were undercooked.”

“That was seven months ago.”

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