Oh. Is there enough room for me in that spaceship of yours? You are going to let me drive, I just know it. Why are all those pantyhose and bras hanging from the shower curtain? The first order of business is getting rid of all those awful-smelling Swisher Sweets. The pink paint scheme has simply got to go, too. I think camouflage will look much better, you'll agree with me after you've repainted it. I'll supervise, of course. I like my underwear ironed as soon as it comes out of the dryer, but you don't have to worry about starching them. And where's the bedroom on that tiny rig of yours? You know that's the most important thing to me. The kitchen where you'll make my sandwiches is the second most important place. You'll have to stock the 'frige with plenty of root beer . . .