[Poggio]

He could not put on as much of a show as he would like. The sales man issued an ultimatum that if they continued to soil the bed with their bodies they would have to buy it. Happily he and Zosa left giving the man the location to which the bed would be delivered. He wasn't sure how much time had passed but his nose led him to a street vendor selling both Russian and 'space' food. "Zosa... this man sales actual space food." he said pointing to his favorite bar food to eat while trapped in space.