"Oh, were you?" Richter was doing a fine job of reading the manuscript he had received -- except that it was indeed badly written, with splotches of black ink dotting the paper. "I really don't know sir," he said back to the owner. "I can't decipher all of it either, and I've had to deal with much the same situation!" Richter himself now smelled the warm and inviting smell of cooked bacon, and he couldn't deny his sense that sweet moment. "I'm actually here to ask you a question," said Richter in a polite tone of voice, as he reached down to manhandle what looked to be some mangled set of straps, bars, and shackles.
"You know of a ship that allows hitchhikers?"
"You know of a ship that allows hitchhikers?"
