"Good evening. This is the intergalactic operator. Can I help you?"
"Yes. I'm trying to reach flight commander P.R. Johnson, on Mars, flight 2-4-7"
"Very well, hold on please [beeping]. Get through!"
"Thank you operator!"
Hi, darlin'! How are you doing?
Hey, baby, were you sleeping?
Oh, I'm sorry, but I've been really missing you!
Hi, darlin'! How's the weather?
Say baby, is that cold better now?
Oh I'm sorry, is there someone there with you?
Ooooh...since you went away, there's nothing goin' right!
I just can't sleep alone at night... I'm not ashamed to say
I badly need a friend...or it's the end.
Now, when I look at the cloud's across the moon.
Here in the night I just hope and pray that soon.
Oh baby, you'll hurry home to me.
Hi darlin', the kids say they love you.
Hey baby, is everything fine with you?
Please forgive me, but I'm trying not to cry...
Ooooh...I've had a million different offers on the phone.
But I just stayed right here at home.
I don't think that I can take it anymore this crazy war.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but we are
experiencing violent storm conditions in the asteriod belt atthis
time. We may lose this valuable deep space communication link.
Please, be as brief as possible."
or it's...or it's..."Hello?" "Hello operator?"
" Yes, we've lost the connection! Could you try again please?"
-"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we've lost contact with Mars 2-4-7
at this time."
"Ok. Thank you very much...
I'll...I'll try again next year...next year...next year...next year..."