O.K. - So it's a long weekend and everything's supposed to be going smoothly, right ? Wrong. We've come to this outpost station, a time share of a friend of Pols family, some asteroid farmers cabin way out here on the rim. Were supposed to be partying, but - NO. Someone forgot the ranstule fuel, and all the sub-phonic fiber cut in links. SO . . . I get elected to stay behind and watch the stuff, while everyone else 'zips' back to the core to grab whats needed. Sounds simple enough. Yeah right - and now this, a Crut Slug sniffing around outside. Great !!! And all they leave me with is this old E-66, like I'm supposed to do something with it, probably tickle it - crash slam , I hate this stupid, stupid planet . . .

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