"You can't be serious. Once was fine -- I thought it was a joke. But you can't be serious. We're space traders, for God's sake!
"Honey, you know I love you. But it really is a latent thing for me. I'm just rediscovering my own sexuality, just beginning to enjoy it. The last time we made it, with the planet looming below us, and the stars above -- it was soooo beautiful... I learned what ecstacy was, then. To go back to what we were doing ... I would feel like a whore..."
"Look, I'm going crazy here. It's going to take us at least two weeks before we reach the next resupply station, let alone an orbital platform! What am I supposed to do until then?"
"You'll just have to wait. You'll do it if you love me."
"Okay, that's it. You want your orbital platform, you'll get it. There's a planet right there."
"What are you doing! We're headed right towards the planet! Stop accelerating!"
My first attempt at a nodeshell rescue. Please be kind.