The neverending story
You frantically search for the radio. Nothing here looks like a radio.
"This is Angel 6 OTC. Identify yourself."
You get desperate, and yell out in desperation, "Where's the damn radio?"
A soft contralato voice responds from the wall, "The radio is situated directly above your head, and to the right. Would you like a martini?"
"Not now!" You fiddle with the switches above your head until you think you've activated the radio. "Uh...Angel 6 OTC, this is, uh..."
You realize you don't know what this ship is named.
"This is Angel 6 OTC. Identify yourself."
You get desperate, and yell out in desperation, "Where's the damn radio?"
A soft contralato voice responds from the wall, "The radio is situated directly above your head, and to the right. Would you like a martini?"
"Not now!" You fiddle with the switches above your head until you think you've activated the radio. "Uh...Angel 6 OTC, this is, uh..."
You realize you don't know what this ship is named.