"Right!  Coming through!",  the captain said.  He seemed to have no difficulty navigating the restrictive crawl space.  His eyes looked forward, happy to see his passenger sitting tight and waiting for him.  He awkwardly swung himself around, his posterior wiggling in front of her face for a moment before he settled in the molded depression in the middle of the rag pile.<br/><br/>"Oh, I hope you don't mind the...decor", he said with what must have amounted to a smile as he waved an arm at his collection of pictures.  He pulled the small control pad from the wall.  Eyeing the screen for several seconds, his meaty finger hovered over the screen.  It hesitated, shaking up and down as if he were deciding which button to press.<br/><br/>"Let's see...this one, I think", as his finger touched the screen.  Nothing happened.  He waited a few seconds as if expecting a result, but still nothing.<br/><br/>"Maybe...this one?"  This time a grinding noise echoed loudly through the enclosed space.  A small hose burst, squirting gobs of a smelly, oily liquid all over Sarah's clothes.<br/><br/>"Oops!  Let's check the 'help' file!"  After another minute or so, he clicked another option on the screen, then two more.  "Ah, yes, I always forget about that.  Plus, the buttons all look alike, so it's easy to confuse 'lift off' with 'life support'.  Oops, better remember to raise the ship's legs while I'm at it--GAH!"<br/><br/>With this exclamation, the ship collided with the ceiling of the ship hangar.  The result was that Sarah tumbled into the captain's lap.<br/><br/>"Oh, hello there!  My, your clothes are filthy.  Maybe you ought to take them off until we can get you some new ones."