Xd, have you ever brought a dust bag or something, Emma? No, I thought you were joking. You must be joking. Please tell me you're kidding.
Amanda just took this dust bag. Emma, NASA will let you have your neck. I don't care if NASA thinks grandma wants to Neptune gets some cosmic dust, so she gets cosmic dust.
I mean, how many space cruises do you have, unless you're a billionaire, an astronaut or a lottery winning space maniac, Emma muttered, Amanda keeps saying, or that the dust around the stars has become fractal mathematics, which is why we have to be grandma Amanda Bring back some cosmic dust. Now give me the dust bag. After a moment of silence, the two young women stare at each other, the meteor floats past, the rectal scan flashes, they are still, the adaptive intece begins to darken, and finally Emma drops her eyes, but you can take it back to the spacecraft.