"Uhm.  Well.  I'd best be getting to my station, if you're all prepared?  I'll be back as soon as I can."<br/><br/>With a bow, the meek little Siamese clerk goes scurrying off to her duty station.<br/><br/>The next few minutes are rather anti-climactic.  The alarms continue to go off, the klaxons scream, and nothing else seems to...wait a sec.  You're lifting off.  Quickly.<br/><br/>The intercom kicks on again.  The speaker's voice is female...and quite amused.<br/><br/><strong>"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.  This is the captain speaking.  I'd like to welcome you on board for our trip out of the Pocatello system.  Our sensors have picked up a small complication about the size of an invading armada.  Do hang on to your hats.  And thank you again for flying Armageddon Spaceways."</strong><br/><br/>Just before the intercom clicks off, you can hear the meek little clerk saying "Boss, was that absolutely necessary?"<br/><br/>Oh dear.