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Ow.
You hit me
Ah! Sorry about that old chap, but you were starting to babble.
I had to lay you out for your own good. You do understand.
Where's Rachael?
It's all right. I managed to get us away. Feeling any better?
No I'm not. You punched me in the face!
Hmm. Not like you to winge, Carstairs.
Haven't gone soft on me, have you?
I don't know what- Argh - I've got a horrible taste in my mouth.
- Oh rubbish - it's carbolic.
Should get rid of the worst effects of the poison.
Lucky I got to you in time.
What? You think I was poisoned in that restaurant?
Of course you were - garlic! Smelt it a mile off.
Seems you've been a bit careless, Carstairs old boy.
- Stop calling me 'Carstairs'. My name is Graham Pe- - That's it!
Take deep breaths. Soon have you back to normal.
I don't smoke.
Oh come on - it's your favourite blend:
Oldfield's Invigorating ***.
- What? - Oh come on: IN, OUT, IN, OUT!
I want to see you finish the bowl.
Er, look, you're very kind, but I've had enough.
I really must...
Good god, man - don't open that door!
Now, I don't mean you any harm.
It's just... what's that?
What's what? It's a porthole.
Outside... over there!
Well, that one's the Earth and that one's the Moon.
Oh come on - we've seen those before.
What's the matter with you, Carstairs? You seem a little out of sorts.
Um... I think I'd better sit down.
Good, yes. Have a few more puffs of that.
Yes, I think I will.
Jolly good, now, brace yourself: I'm afraid I've got a bit of bad news.
The carriage has taken a bit of a battering.
I had to improvise with a mallet and an empty tin of Wotherspoon's Gentleman's Soup.
Right.
It's not all bad news, though. I think if we take it steadily, we should have enough coal to get to Mars.
Good.
- Nearly there, in fact.
Right, I'd best get back to the controls. Take a look in the wardrobe. See if you can't find yourself something decent to wear.
- Just got to set the landing computer.
Now then, you still haven't really told me what was going on back there.
Who was the long-haired chap with the funny voice?
'Long-haired'? That was Rachael
'Rachael'? Funny name for a chap.
He isn't a chap, he's a woman.
Ah, no: he was wearing trousers.
Yes. Odd, that.
I'll say. Where was that place, anyway? It wasn't Switzerland was it?
Yes... it was.
That ought to do it.
Had a bit of trouble, actually.
Lucky I got you out, then.
Well, you must tell me all about it later.
Right, first things first: we need to get you ready for landing.
Oh good grief, Carstairs, you can't go out on Mars like that.
What? I'll need a space-suit, won't I?
No no, I mean you're just not dressed for it.
Right, er... helmet, boots?
Pinstripes! You're wearing pinstripes, man!
You can't wear those on Mars! What would people think?
Right... won't I need oxygen, then?
No, it's all a matter of good breathing techni- You're worrying me, Carstairs! Surely I needn't be telling you this.
I'm not Carstairs!
Well, you'd better be soon, because we're expected for tea at Mars HQ.
Now, let's see if I can pick you out something in corduroy.