The first thing to include would be an intriguing cross-section of exotic girls, each with a truly unique talent and passion. And children- so many as to keep us with playmates and giggles at all times. No room for petty competitions by inviting any men-folk. I would be tempted to bring along coffee and whiskey sipping beatniks; those who spit poetry and wisdom at will. I think though, that were I to gather a bunch of them in the same ship a revolution would be inevitable- and we cannot have them disrupting my spaceship, all madness and foul intent.
    An endless supply of chemicals, toxins, poisons, agents, and other perversions used to debase the brain in the name of a laugh- each having been cured of its morbid consequences by top scientists. With the substances come the cameras, to document this trip and all the precious song-and-dance that result. And playground football jump rope four square hula horseshoe sumo skating ninja nighttime games to keep us young until we leave.
    Singing songs of love, songs of demons. Songs of flowers, songs of murder. Songs of firemen, songs of revenge. Songs of snakes, songs of God. Songs of chocolate, songs of dreams. Songs of hate, songs of skies. Songs of songs, songs of spaceships.
    On and on we would fly, no known destination, stopping at every planet to pick up some wildlife. We would take on masochistic hitchhikers from Mercury, voluptuous hitchhikers from Venus, militant hitchhikers from Mars, jubilant hitchhikers from Jupiter, showy
hitchhikers from Saturn, unsociable hitchhikers from Uranus, naughty hitchhikers from Neptune, and puny hitchhikers from Pluto.
    This foolish spaceship of foolish passengers will foolishly hurl itself to the furthest imaginings of space, picking up speed when the secret destination nears, blowing up asteroids on the way and laughing at the broken bits. Slowing only to retrieve some silly intoxicated fool who fell off the side...
 

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