Echo's argument was most convincing.
We thanked the tourists for their donation of space-suits and left them in the mushroom forest.
Echo made sure that the forest provides them with enough nutritious breakfasts for many a life-time.
We boarded the space-bus and took to the sky, explosively bumping onto one of the skyscrapers.
"I wonder whose insurance is going to pay for this? Next time, I get to drive." I commented on Echo's poor steering skills.
"MROWLLL" Photoshop added.
"I reckon that it's much too late for apply to CAA."
"Relax, it's probably just a scratch."
"I don't think tow-trucks operate in Orbit."
"I'm sure you'd make a better insurance mascot than a gekko."
We dove through a field of dead satellites, leaving the planet behind us.
Photoshop tried to shove herself into the space-dress.
"That is not going to fit you." I remarked.
"MmurR" Photoshop pressed on, wiggling the space-dress back and forth, vigorously banging it against the cabin.
"Your plan is to lose 700 pounds by the time we reach the Moon? How exactly do you plan to accomplish that?"
"GRowrrrMrrr" Photoshop wiggled back and forth.
"I'm sure that this shuttle does not posses a gym somewhere in the basement."
"How are situps going to work if you don't have legs? Besides, this space-dress requires legs to operate it!"
"I don't believe that you can qualify a tail as a leg."
"What? The space-dress will look much more fashionable on me! I have two legs and tail, thank you very much!"
"I am not too small for it! Just watch me utilize this contraption. I have partial administrative rights thanks to my Master, you know!"