When Stan Polo crash-landed the Perennial Sparrow in the swamps of Granolabah it was completely out of fuel. “Nice landing,” said Duke Skyhawker sarcastically, pulling weeds from his hair. Polo took it as a compliment and grinned.
“Hustle up some fuel, Stan, and get us off this dump,” ordered Princess Hava Banana. By a stroke of good fortune, four small green aliens with pointy ears promptly appeared with a petrol tanker.
“I want one million gallons of rebel warship diesel,” said Polo. “Unleaded.”
One of the aliens held up a card, which read: WE WILL EACH MAKE ONE STATEMENT. DEDUCE…
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