“You look displeased, Zorpnor,” said Crumbulax. “Do you disapprove of my choice?”

“It is…very primitive,” Zorpnor said.

“Our force fields will provide the necessary strength, just as they do with your fragile tinfoil ship,” said Crumbulax.

“But it will surely begin to…decompose soon,” Zorpnor replied, turning his antennae up in disgust at the sight of Crumbulax’s new ship.

“In the absence of Earth germs and oxygen? I doubt that very much,” Crumbulax chortled. “But I have lacquered it, if you’re worried about all that.”

“I know you are a big fan of Earth culture, even though the terrifying giants who live there fill me with ghastly horror,” Zorpnor said. “But Crumbulax, I do not think it is safe, or wise, to build one of their primitive totems into a spacecraft!”

“Bah,” said Crumbulax, climbing into his jack o’lantern spacecraft through its garved mouth. “This is why you fly around in an unstylish box, my friend. No vision!”

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