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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.