'Look! I hate to interrupt,' interrupted The Journalist, 'but there's a bomb on board this ship which is about to go off in...' He switched on the mobile phone.

'Ten... nine ..' counted the bomb.

'Hot shit!' exclaimed The Journalist.

'Silence! Blerontinian Purveyor of Shoddy Goods!' shouted Bolfass, grabbing the mobile phone.

'He's not a Purveyor of Shoddy Goods!' exclaimed Lucy (who, if the truth were told, was a bit hacked off by the reaction to Nettie's entrance).

'Eight...' said the bomb.

'Give me that!' screamed The Journalist, flinging himself at the phone. Bolfass tossed it to Corporal Inchbewigglit.

'Seven...' counted the bomb.

'It's down to seven!' yelled The Journalist. 'Take this Blerontinian Bodger to the cells!' commanded Bolfass, and Corporals Spanglowiddin and Rintineagelbun grabbed The Journalist in a half-nelson and marched him out of the Crew Room.

'Six...' said the bomb, and Corporal Inchbewigglit flicked the mobile phone off.

'These two as well!' Bolfāss was pointing at Lucy and Dan.

'No!' cried Lucy and Dan. 'The bomb!' but they were hustled out.

'Captain Bolfass,' said Nettie in a cool voice. 'There is no time to explain. Please give me the phone.'

'I am afraid I cannot allow you to use it, Nettie,' said Captain Bolfass, 'for security reasons.'

'Such as?'

'You might call for reinforcements.'

'Captain Bolfass, you have my word that there is no one else on this ship, as far as I know. You also have my word that there is a bomb about to blow us all to cosmic dust, unless you give me that phone.'

Bolfass hesitated a fraction of a second, and then nodded to Corporal Inchbewigglit. Corporal Inchbewigglit hesitated even less than a fraction of a second and handed the phone to Nettie. Nettie switched it on.