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Paul and Charlotte are up in the Rocket
Paul's barking out the orders
Right Charlotte, Under no circumstances, touch that socket
Okay Paul
It’s Sir to you
Now, I’m off for a kip
You’re on watch, now skip
That’s not fair 
A girl has to tong her hair
He’ll never know
Little tong and a blow
See, stupid prat
Oops, what’s that
The Rocket has stopped
Oh, Sir! Paul
Think there’s been a malfunction
We seem to be heading down the junction
You touched that socket
A black hole is taking my Rocket
In your dreams, Paul
I’m out of your orbit
You’ve done it, Charlotte
It’s bust
God, you're obsessed with getting me undressed
Put that back in your pocket
It’s my sprocket
Is that what they call it
I’m going down
Not on me, I finish at three
If I can get it back to warp five
We might get out of this alive
Are you talking about the Rocket
That thing in your pocket, the sprocket
Give me a hand
God, what don’t you understand
Take a cold shower
You’re not getting my flower
Is that the power
Oh, Sir! Paul
I’m alive
You’ve taken me to a height that’s greater
Hold on a minute
Were you not wearing trousers
When we entered the Simulator.

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