From the song "Measuring Cups"
“I’m not touching you.”
Suzy’s finger hovered in front of her sister Sharon’s face. Sharon didn’t even blink. It didn’t phase her anymore, not at this point in the trip.
“I’m not touching you I’m not touching you I’m not touching you.”
Sharon closed her eyes. A billion colonization vessels were making this trip—why did her parents have to book passage on the one hunk of junk that didn’t have functional sleep automators?
Above Sharon’s shut eyelids, Suzy was dangling a loogie. “Ahm nod tod-jing oo…”
Nine hundred miles down, only one-hundred-and-ninety-nine million, nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine thousand, one hundred to go.