Locked in the heart of his sentient space-plane, the Scarlet Pilot nudges the old lady into orbit around a brave, new gas giant...
'This looks like a nice place for lunch', says the pilot.
'you are NOT cooking in my galley again! You burnt the diodes on the fridge last time!' says the sentient space-plane.
'But... can I make a sandwich?'
'you can make that in the cockpit! Here's the bread...' >ker-thud<
The Scarlet Pilot and his Secret Space-plane are NOT friends sometimes!