Yessir, Mr. Little Hawk, we are sure on the way! You stand out clear of the house, now, 'cause we don't want to accidental, like, pick up anyone who ain't registered.

Now, if we are a mite late, don't worry--we got lost over them big lakes once, but I think my GPS (Galactic Postitioning System) has been calibrated for Canada now. Oh--sorry, no flights over Cuba right now. Our man there (wears a long beard) gets homesick and wants a ride to buzz Moscow everytime he sees a ship. But we'll try to make them other places.

'scuse me, now, I got to go tune up the supergravity, de-hydrating cosmic ossifier, so the positronic snarkle don't transmogrify no power grids on the way. (You saw what happend in that "Close Encounters" movie a few years back? Me and my boys provided some of the special effects! Yessir!)

(Durn sorry not to offer you the super model you saw before, but the local franchise gets only the local, sub-light speed jitneys.)

Oh--no pictures. You understand.