And a special thanks for not burning up the whole ship. Including yourself, you daft bum-rag.

I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.

It's just been a long week, that's all."
"It's monday night, Jess."
"My point exactly.

But they're already singing our praises!"
"They are Americans. They toot their horns for anything.

You fiddle lucker!' she cried.

The Rusty Ruins were the remains of an old city, a hulking reminder of back when there'd been way too many people, and everyone was incredibly stupid. And ugly.