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By esgerAfter carefully inspecting the wreckage of his trusty old red rocket (he was already contemplating all the painful and hideous things he was going to perform on the vile bastard who was responsible for relocating his most precious belongings on the better part of the tarmac) he gathered up the few, measly earthly (or alieny?) goods left to him: His duraplex space helmet mark III, his miniature black hole in the oh-my-god-do-not-tamper-with-this forcefield, the red and blue nibbles whip he inherited from his grand-middling (we won't be discussing family structures and mating rituals of the Su'car race) and a but of lint. (No,no, no, it's not a leisure suit larry rip-off) -
Nibbles whip, ha ha ha, could double as a weapon. What's his name again and are you sure it's a he? -
By asplitsecondcaptain Sucker ...
I'll try to convert the original first series to png and upload them somewhere so you can read the story of how he became to be a space captain -
By esgernote to avoid distraught readers: a "but of lint" is totally different from a "bit of lint", hence the disclaimer that this is indeed not, i repeat and emphasize "NOT" a leisure suit larry rip-off in any sense what so ever. -
By asplitsecondapart from the lazy larry rip-off ... what is a "but of lint" anyway -
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By esgerRead up on this story starting from the very beginning:
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