EXT. MILKY WAY - 14.00 HRS
Mike (30), dressed in what can only be described as a Space Suit ('cos that's what it is), floats gently along the magnetic current of the nearest orbiting object.
He's non perplexed by his current situation. Instead of panicking, he chooses instead, to just ride it out.
He records his thoughts on a Commutative Dialogue Autotaminamic Processing Machine (Dictaphone).
MIKE:
This is Captain's log, I lost mine, so I'm using the Captain's. It's OK, he won't mind - he's dead.
I'm not sure what happened, because at the time of explosion, I was on the toilet. I only noticed something wasn't right, when the toilet wouldn't flush.
It's OK, I manged to get it working, but in retrospect I don't think that matters.
I appear to be floating, my location is unidentified, the ship appears to have been evaporated.
A magazine floats by.
MIKE:
Hang on! We are in with a bit o luck.
He manages to grab the magazine and flicks through it.
MIKE:
It's worse than I thought. It's a Heat magazine.
He reads.
MIKE:
Hang on. Something interesting here. Angelina Jolie has adopted another baby, that takes the count up to 14.5 Billion babies now. Dear God. When will she stop? When can we return to earth, when will she dump Brad Pitt for me?
He lets go of the magazine, which floats off
MIKE:
Might as well...
He lets out the biggest fart.
MIKE:
I didn't think this through... Noooo...
He struggles around in the suit, hoping to avoid the smell.
He stops struggling and relaxes. And then ponders his current situation.
MIKE:
Oh, lord! What am I going to do? I'm DOOMED! DOOMED!
A loud knocking on glass can be heard, whilst we forget sound doesn't travel in Space 
Mike squirms about in his suit, trying to look around.
MIKE:
What was that?!
He manages to spin around, only to be greeted by the ship and a fellow employee, staring back at him.
MIKE:
Is that really you George?
George adjusts the volumes on his communications thing.
GEORGE:
Mike? What are you doing out there?
MIKE:
I flushed the toilet, and you all disappeared.
GEORGE:
I've been watching you for about 2 mins, if you would've turned around, you would've seen me.
MIKE:
Oh...
GEORGE:
Did you pull the eject handle... again?
MIKE:
Why the hell is it next to the flush handle?!
GEORGE:
That's not a toilet.
End.
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