Bally Jerry pranged his kite right in the how’s your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper’s and caught his can in the Bertie.

Oh, wait. Bacon in the Asteroid Belt is meant to be taken literally. Answering the timeless question of how much energy it would take to put pork products in orbit. Hmmm. Bacon. Sausage. Sausage. There’s a nice, woody word. (Not at all tinny, like asparagus or celery)