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Captain Skirt

“I thought you were a daredevil, pilot!” says Captain Skirt. ¬†“Are you telling me you’re not crazy enough to enter the coordinates?”

“Nobody’s that crazy!” snaps Chesthair Laser. ¬†“Travel through hyperspace ain’t like dusting crops, your holiness! ¬†Without precise calculations we could fly right THROUGH the damn world-ship, or slam into a–”

“Wait wait wait, hang on. Could we do that on purpose if we wanted to?”

Chesthair Laser opens his sneering mouth for a retort, then closes it, then looks thoughtful.

They stick engines on a bunch of asteroids and just blow up the world-ship without going anywhere near it.

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