Home for the helladays.
We'll be home for Christmas? Only in your dreams. Yes, I know... we should do the decent, right? Be with our families, etc. Alas, technology makes clueless monkeys of us all. This horrible rust-bucket leftover from some forgotten interplanetary invasion we rented as transport during our interstellar tour has blown yet another gasket or some such thing, per our mad science advisor Mitch Macaphee. He used a lot of big words, none of which I'd ever heard before (though Matt was familiar with several of them... strange...). The upshot is, we're chugging along at subnormal speed, making our leisurely way back to Earth from the Kuiper Belt - last stop on the ENTER THE MIND: THE ULTIMATE BIG GREEN EXPERIENCE interstellar tour. So... like my cat Macky, we're making the best of it. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) has fashioned a Christmas tree out of whatever was available. The mansized tuber has been coaxed out of his terrarium to serve as the aforementioned "whateve...