Moulin, we ain't got any time to waste.

Oh...yeah, about Mintaka. Well, they say getting there is half the fun, and I suppose, in context, getting there was half. Three week trip. Spent most of my time catching up on sleep, reading, writing letters...

Ah Jiggers,
        I've been duped once again. This exploitative labour market was not designed for one such as I. The choice between desolate impoverishment and working one's self ragged is not easy to make. O for some happy middle ground! Please, my lively little friend, remember that Mother is getting old now and does tire easily of an unropeable zest for life as is yours. Ah Jiggers, I am wondering how this brief dispatch finds you?
                                As Ever,

As toy kites dancing
it is not my will to be
anchored by this earth

(The Stooges - 'Loose' - full volume from start)

[-Jiggers the chimp - like an unintelligible child of nine - recipient of a cybernetic implant - sufferer of Attention Deficit Disorder - stands upright on a mantelshelf - holds the wall with one hand - capped in space helmet cut to size - a gold ear-ring - pirate style - jigging up and down -
'Eee-eee-eee-eee-eeeeeh!' - hurls cheap brass and ceramic travel trinkets - clink! - smash! - Jiggers quietens momentarily - an old woman's voice whines wearily - 'Dayem murnkey'. -]

......in my little stateroom on Guesiphus's ship. I met Guesiphus twelve years ago, he was trying to break into my hov-car, but that's another story completely. He's the captain of this ship...

[-Cargo hauler Dijolta - Captain Guesiphus Cropper - wild red hair and beard - permanent expression of having just seen a ghost - terrible dead otherworldly dread glassed eyes - 6'1" in gruff work clothes - copilot sits quietly at old airplane style driving stick - Japanese looking - wearing a worn grubby rabbit jumpsuit - one furry ear hangs down over his cheek - out front view screen a star field moves by lazily -

(fade in 20th Century Boy - T.Rex)

- from behind the sound of engine's drones horrendous loud rising in pitch to a mid-range grind - copilot pulls a large gear-like lever - Dijolta achieves cruising speed - falls into a violent vibrating rhythm

- components secured or otherwise rattle uncontrollably - Cpt. Cropper standing - talks on oblivious -
'... and my son the loathsome wretch sold his iris colouration to some snivelling Sirian trying to break it on the Terran artsy-fancy social scene. His own damned eye colour! My eye colour Skip.' (Brutal with emotion).
'WHAT? I can't hear! Listen, you know about the gravity-well sitting on the near side of Mintaka? Gues, is this ship gonna be able to deal with it!'