Orders have been changed My spaceship is leaving fifteen parsecs earlier than planned it is The Unfolding,
await, await, oh Poughkeepsie, the Fraud is one My people seek Me but if they arrive too late the next Spaceship will get them, but you will be limited in carry on items
Jambalaya
Mairsy doats and doesy doats and I’ll be home for Christmas. Your loving son, Queen Victoria.