"THANK YOU", he says, looking at the signature.  He traces a finger along it, nodding and pretending to read it.  He holds it across his chest with folded arms.  "THANK YOU, I shall cherish it always!  I shall post it where I can always see it."<br/><br/>And like that, with all the positive vibes given off by his simple earnestness, he mucks it all up by pinning it up just above a particularly lurid picture of a naked woman spreading her legs for the camera.<br/><br/>"Oh", he exclaims suddenly.  "We're here!  This is great, now I can practice landing again!"<br/><br/>He focuses on his little device.  He is determined that this time he will not embarrass himself with any more mistakes.  His eyes narrow and he falls silent, his concentration impeccable as the ship enters the atmosphere and descends steadily and safely.  As the ship touches down gently, he turns and looks at Sarah with a vacuous look on his face and a smile on his lips.<br/><br/>"See, I'm not too bad of a pilot.  I know I make mistakes sometimes still, but more I was distracted by you, because you are so pretty.  But you see now, I can do it, and I do it well.  Now I will open the opening and let you walk out to your world."<br/><br/>He presses a button and watches.  There is a mechanical grinding of gears shuddering in protest, then nothing.  A perplexed look appears on his face.  He presses the button again with the same result--funny noises but the boarding ramp does not descend.<br/><br/>"Must be jammed", he mumbles as he presses it again, and again.  He sits and thinks for a while, then slaps his hand against his head.  "You know what?  I forgot to set the ship's legs down, so the butt of the ship now sits on the floor of the world.  Let me fix."<br/><br/>As the ship lifts off of the ground and the landing gear descends, he offers a defense of "I was distracted".