Captain's Log, somewhere between Six and 69: Some days start off bad and get better. Today, that was half right. I was getting my freak on in the hot tub with Six when I saw an ad for cloaking devices. Figuring one of those babies would keep us off Darph Bobo's radar, I decided to drop everything and go to the planet Snozzle to buy one from a used-cloak dealer named Sailor Pete. (With a name like that, he's got to be trustworthy, right?) I decided to set a course for Snozzle ... right after I finished letting Six "baby" me. Then my nephew Whip comes crashing through the door, gets an eyeful of my diaper and goes stark raving blind on the spot. I've asked Gus a hundred times to put a lock on that freckin' door! Anyway, I decided the simplest, most honest way to deal with Whip's hysterical blindness was for me, Six and Gus to go on a road trip and leave the little green whiner on the ship. Then, for one shining moment, I thought my day was looking up.