[A man in a flight suit sits slouched in one of the high-backed leather chairs in the mess. His jacket is draped over the back of the chair and his feet are propped up on an ottoman. His ever-present china cup sits on a coffee table next to him. In one hand he holds a Macanudo cigar, in the other, last month's issue of the New England Journal of Medicine. He smiles as he sees his friend approach...]
Xanthos, my friend, pull up a chair!
I wanted to talk to you because I think you may have inadvertently opened a can of worms with Zack. In one of your transmissions today, you said that you'd just been to the toilet. There's nothing wrong with that, but it's going to take a lot of explaining. I can see the questions now:
>What's a toilet?
>Why do you put *that* in there?
>Why do you make it?
>Isn't that inefficient?
Like I said, there's nothing wrong with telling them about human bodily functions, but be prepared for the barrage of questions.
[He stands and dons his jacket, then smiles at his friend.]
Good luck, amigo!