Cuban Pete took another glass from the cupboard. He tilted the bottle of space beer vaguely over both of the glasses, somehow filling them a sixth of the way. He then repeated the motion. Taking a swig from the bottle of beer, he set it on the counter and did the same using the Ale, only **four** times. As if by magic, both glasses turned into old-fashioned barrel-shaped tankards with a rushing, bubbling sound.

 Cuban Pete picked up both glasses and moved to Rattlesnake Jack, but noticed his predicament. Freeing up one hand, he knelt down and lightly shook Rattlesnake Jack's shoulder. Instantaneously, Rattlesnake Jack was back up and standing. In this pod, for some reason, the laws of physics didn't take the same hold it had in any other place.