"Where are we now?" whined Captain Doobie.
Goodtime Slim poked his head up over the top of the Gregory's he was consulting. "Hoth," he replied, in a sullen tone, which Captain Doobie completely ignored, preferring to look out of the viewport instead.
"Why is it all white then?"
"Because it's an ice planet, that's why."
Captain Doobie leaned back in the copilot's seat. "Wierd," he remarked idly, twiddling his thumbs.
Goodtime Slim put down the Gregory's and fiddled with the knobs on the dashboard, trying to look as though he knew what he was doing. "Why is it wierd?" he sighed.
"Because it is. I mean, where I come from we have...I don't know, a bit of desert here, some ice up near the poles, that sort of thing."
Goodtime Slim fixed him with a particularly icy stare. "And your point is?"
"A bit of moderation, is what i'm asking for," Captain Doobie told him snippily, "That planet down there is just being greedy, that's all."
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