As usual, the planet was hot as hell. They left Quantum off planet with Skratch and all the air conditioning on. The Alien Pilot looked up. "Weapons on the bar please." "Not on your life," said Lapinette. She took out her edged weapon and waved it. "OK," shrugged the Alien Pilot, "who are you looking for this time?" The Wabbit was the Commander and had to take charge. "These stools haven't moved since we were last here." The Alien Pilot smiled. "Bolted down. It gets rough around here." The Wabbit grinned. "We're looking for an Earth-like planet which will accommodate everyone on earth." Alien Pilot stepped back. "Everyone? Are you mad?" Wabsworth spoke. "Would size be a problem?" Alien Pilot smirked. "Nothing to do with size. It's about quality." The Wabbit stroked his automatic in an absent-minded sort of way and stared at the Alien Pilot. The Pilot gave up. "Kepler 1606b." The sound of a commotion sliced through the fug. A blast of cold air and the rattle of weapons. "Quick, the Ogle Bogles are coming. The Finance Police!" Alien Pilot was horrified, "I'll lose my licence. Hide the guns. And the chupito straws." Lapinette picked up a pink straw from the grubby floor and pushed it under her frock. "We'll be on our way," smiled the Wabbit. They all sidled backwards one foot behind the other in the manner of an eighties band. A door came crashing down as they vanished as swiftly as they came.
