Lister had fallen asleep over the console as Talkie the Toaster nervously blinked his lights and made beeping noises on the other pilot seat. This strange man had brought him, demanded toast, voided his warranty by throwing him over a fence, apologised a lot, took him on the ship, which he hotwired and they were now hurtling out of the stratosphere to some unknown location. The man claimed they were going to Denny's but the Toaster knew instinctively, as instinctive as an artificially intelligent Toaster could get, that those coordinates did not lead to a revolting mixture of early morning curly fries dipped in a chocolate sundae. They did not even lead to a much healthier and appeasing breakfast of toast followed by more toast with a short orange juice and finally more toast to get the taste of orange juice out. Where they led? Smeg knows.

The Toaster's musings were soon interrupted by some sudden buffeting. The ship seemed to be going out of control and it was being thrown around as if it were in a tornado. If the Toaster had eyes it would have rolled them. None of the stuff he had experienced so far in the field was related to what he learnt at the Toasting Academy. This was just the icing on the poptart. The man snorted awake and shot back up in his chair.

'Smeg, what aaah!" he gasped quite sober now grabbing at the steering device in front of him. He tried turning the wheel against the direction the ship was turning in. He quickly gave up as he threw himself out of the pilot seat to be violently sick all over the cockpit floor. The spinning stopped suddenly and he struggled to his feet again, and shook his head so vomit in his dreads flicked onto the windscreen of the ship. The Toaster blinked its lights with disgust but said nothing. Lister ignored him and looked out of the window. To him it seemed as if the ship had drifted into an intergalactic tornado and they were currently in the eye of the storm where for some reason that neither Lister nor the narrator knows was dead quiet and calm. Lister peered around at the wild storm around him and nearly leapt back in shock at what he could see. He could make out a humanoid figure. It was flying! He closed his eyes tightly wondering if he was just hallucinating, and then opened them.

The figure was still there, closer and female. Lister gulped, ok so he might still be hallucinating but she was fine. The brunette sat cross-legged across a broomstick of all things. Atop her head she wore a deep purple witch hat, a chunky, sparkly amethyst necklace brought his eyes down to a strapless silky witchy like dress that clung to her form sexily. Finally, she wore a pair of men's steel cap toe boots that appeared to be painted day-glo orange. The result was a tad corny but Lister could not hold it against her. She winked at him and licked her lips. Lister grinned back and shuffled on the spot. Suddenly the expression on her face darkened and out of nowhere she pulled what appeared to be a cane from her person and she smashed in the windscreen of the ship before cackling and flying away. Lister screamed, he was not a man of science, he could not even spell it, but he knew that opening a window in the vacuum of space meant certain death. He only wanted some toast was his final thought as he fainted onto the cockpit floor into his vomit. The toaster kept screaming it knew exactly what happened to a human in the vacuum of space. However, the remainder of the windscreen did not receive a fine coat of Scouser brain as the Toaster believed would happen. Instead, the ship fell quite solidly onto something hard with a loud thump.

Lister soon came around, at first he believed he had died, but soon after pinching himself several times and touching stuff in the cockpit he decided he was alive. He ran to the shower, which he vaguely remembered from his early exploration and frantically showered off the vomit. He knew that they had landed somewhere, but where he did not know, he thought he should at least smell ok for whatever was out there. He changed back into his leathers and rammed his deerstalker onto his head. He grabbed the Toaster who squealed and made his way outside of the ship door.