The spaceman’s bar in Mos Unleikly spaceport was crowded, and it was virtually impossible to hear anything above the squawking cacophony of Aldebaranian jazz emitted by several creatures with flared snouts. But Stan Polo and Duke Slyhawker managed to find a relatively quiet booth behind an estivating Gigantomorph.
“You rescued the Princess like we planned?” Slyhawker asked.
“Well, kid… not yet. But I know where to find her. Almost.” Polo gave a wry grimace. “We know she’s imprisoned in the Clone Room, on the planet of Venupiter. I found the secret tunnel, but it’s guarded by a disembodied head, at…
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