The Hugh Hefner lounge was enormous. With a Cuban clamped between his teeth, Commander Otto sped through vacuum, close on the heels of Cleo the caramel colored pleasure droid. Cleo spun in the air like a cat,drove her long legs against the Moroccan love seat screwed to the floor, and shot towards the ceiling shrieking with laughter. Snatching vainly at the droids gold laminated bikini bottoms, Otto bounced of the signed portrait of Jackie Collins on the far wall and flew skyward. Slobbering at Cleo's magnificent bosom, Otto never saw the enormous air conditioning fan in the ceiling.