"Gee, I wonder what it's like to be a mosquito in the shower?"
The ever-amusing ursulav considers what it must be like to be a mosquito in the shower:
Port! Hard to starboard! Up! Up! OH MY GOD, THE LOOFAH! Abort! Our tiny, intrepid pilot circles, calculating her best angle of attack, diving to avoid a careless swing of the shampoo bottle. Her wings are getting sodden. The planetoid's lurching doesn't help, nor does the planetoid's tendency to sing "Did Your Mother Come From Ireland" in a voice that makes the M-wing's chitin rattle.