ciao ciao disco: hah. i think you should win the lottery and visit that brothel on the moon.
friend of ciao ciao disco: china might beat me to it
ciao ciao disco: no way. what do you think nasa has been spending all your tax money on, all this time? blowing up space shuttles for the heck of it? nah, it's so senators can have classified space sex.
ciao ciao disco: if you can get a space suit and a canteen of tang, i can prolly hook you up with a really big slingshot.
ciao ciao disco: okay i'm finished.

p.s. here's my contribution to american literature for the month. "dove pecks hawk." if i ever see that phrase in print or on the web, i am gonna demand a licensing fee.