Don’t let the voters-back-home know, but we’re ALL on a junket.
On this other planet, the eleventh commandment is that ten are enough.
You don’t really have to plan it too thoroughly, just throw stuff out till you’re satisfied.
In what part of the universe did someone invent the redundant phrase, “uneasy truce”?
I know of a place, where they thingk that the NON-experience is the best teacher.