Dump, sweet dump.
A little more to the left. I said LEFT! (Schmucks...) Little more.... little more... good. Okay, now we need another one for the north wall. Hurry... I think I hear the sound of bricks crumbling. Oh, hi. Didn't notice you there on the other side of the computer screen. Greetings from the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, just one week after our triumphant return from the great beyond (where we do nearly all of our performances). Did I say triumphant? Wrong word. Ignominious is a better fit to the circumstances. What can I tell you? Broken down spacecraft (nothing new there). Problematic re-entry (nearly a burn-up, as it happened). Crash landing on solid ground (ouch!). Limping home in disgrace (with the exception of the man-sized tuber, who had to be wheeled in a cart... being a vegetable and all...). Being met at the Hammer Mill door by virtually an entire police department (investigating an abandoned space vehicle complaint... and yes, it was down to us). So that thing about "tr...