"Dude, " streamed FTL D. Rupert Astor-Rockfeller IX, verfied the third richest oxy-breather technically alive, to Fortescue Frimp-Algorhythm, the second richest methane-absorber, "did you catch the footage of the Dromedary going through that frickin' Space Eye nebula? We're frickin' in, Dude, and St. Peter can kiss my platnum plated prostate!"
Okay, maybe that was technically two sentences . . .