You never realized that you had a problem with claustrophobia before, but when you land at this spaceport, it comes on HARD.  You’re certain that the walls are closing in on you, and you get the feeling that if you don’t get the hell out of there RIGHT NOW, you’ll become the embodiment of an Eagles Song.  Y’know, the one where you can check out any time you like, but you can’t never leave?

You much prefer to take it easy, so you hide your lyin’ eyes and take it to the limit with your sprint back to your ship.  While pink champagne sounds rather nasty, you can’t help but think a tequila sunrise sounds quite tasty.  You wonder if you have the ingredients in the mess hall…