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Saturday, 5 January 2008

In our last exciting installment, intergalactic space pilot and Han Solo wannabe Flash Flyguy, along with his faithful droid Divot single-handedly (and with the help of some very convenient plot points) saved a small band of terrafarmers on Glorthos IV from certain doom from this really evil oppressive guy we can't name because Lucasfilm slapped an injunction on us.

Anyway, we rejoin our intrepid heroes, who have been forced to land their ship on the hot and terribly tropical jungle planet of Barmuda...

"Jeepers, it's humid," Flash exclaimed as he chopped at the dense greenery with his vibrohatchet. "I can take the heat, but if it gets too damn sticky, I start to chafe like you wouldn't believe."

"Are you talking to me" Divot kvetched as he trudged along behind his master. "Can we please move to a topic that doesn't concern your chafing nether regions?"

"You know, for a robot, you've got a real pissy attitude." Flash shot back at his rusted robot pal.

"I'm pissy?" Divot bellowed. "Who starts whining about his lower back when we go faster than warp five? Not me! Must be you, space boy!"

"You're Mother was an Atari!" Flash cried, leaping for Divot's throat. Our heroes tumble to the jungle floor; deep in the throes of another one of their famous slap fights.

Be with us next time for another exciting adventure!

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