Rhodes yelled, The Kruton will intercept us in twenty seconds!” Wanker said, “Increase speed to ...” He suddenly remembered the graving-dock engineer’s warning. Sadowski shouted, “Captain! We ha nae mare pouer, sir!” Wanker said, “What?” “It gets a wee bit weiry o’er quantum level two, sir!” Rhodes announced, “Battle cruiser closing!” Wanker ordered, “Increase speed to quantum three!” Sadowski scowled at the captain. “Ha ye gane daft, ye great gawk? I ha nae mare pouer t’ gi’e ye!” Wanker mused, “You know, sometimes I kind of like not understanding what he’s saying.” “Oh, David, we are all going to be pushing up daisies soon.” Wanker said, “Don’t call me David!” Mr. Rhodes said demandingly, “Sir, what are your orders?” Sweat was pouring from Wanker’s brow. “Or-orders?” “Yes, sir, what should we do?” “Uh, about what?” “About the Kruton warship, sir.” “Oh. That. Uh, reverse thrust and bring the ship to a complete stop.”
