The chances of anything coming from Mars, having lunch on the foreshore at Darling Harbour and then returning to Chez Marvini de Martian sur le Canal for supper before midnight is astronomical the scientist said. He'd even bet a million to one on it with a colleague. This was enough to purchase two loaves of bread at current prices on ebay if he had won. He knew all about the astronomical prices being an astrophysicist. He'd even named his son Jetson in preference to Son of Jet. It is uncertain whether that was a good thing or not. Only a millennium's worth of taunting by classmates will tell.