Pancake crashes a bit

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Later that evening, Justin Pancake stumbled out of the bar and into
his parked Starbug, where he started the engine and flew wobbly along
the landscape of the planet, in an attempt to find the rest of the
Blue Dwarf crew.
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Who: Justin Pancake
Where: Starbug, zipping along the skyline of the Kingdom of Little
Cheftonia
When: While he is drink-driving
Justin's eyes felt heavy, the vodka and other weird Mollopod spirits
in his bloodstream were really making it difficult to fly this curvy
spaceship.
The steering stick in front of him went fuzzy and he felt himself
pushing it left for no apparent reason. He was slipping into a drunken
dream...
He jerked himself back to consciousness and slammed on the reverse
thrust. He felt the g-force pulling him forward in his seat, which
made his belly full of booze lurch forward too.
He knew he was going to crash but it was too late. He felt the Starbug
glance off something and he twisted and turned to the ground.
It was an amazing feat of luck that he managed to spin onto the
Starbug's legs and landed relatively safely. But he had definitely hit
something.
Justin opened the hatch and almost fell out of the Starbug. The fresh
air hit his lungs with such a shock that he vomited. Multicoloured
liquids evacuated his stomach, making him feel a little better, but
left his throat feeling raw.
He looked up to see a towering metal device with a large gash in it.
The device was cylindrical, with a wider bit towards the bottom, where
it seemed to be able to pivot.
An angry Mollopod came out of a small hut nearby and started shouting
at him. "Oi! You just ruined the turret!"
"I'm... really sorry." Said Justin. Although he was so pissed that it
came out arrogant.
"Sorry isn't good enough!" Said the Mollopod. "We have thirty eight of
these turrets on this planet, each able to fire at enemy ships in
orbit. But this one was the last one still working, those Human
Amnesty International bastards disabled the rest."
Justin gulped.
"Now you've gone and destroyed this one too! Meaning this planet is
totally defenceless to an attack."
"Well I said I was sorry!" Said Justin. "What else do you want me to do?"
"You better hope there's no attack by enemies, or then you'll be sorry."
"Oh yeah? If there was... you'd have more to worry about than me!"
The Mollopod fumed.
"Was that a threat?" He asked.
Justin blinked, then thought about what he'd just said. "No. Sorry. I
meant that if an enemy did come, you should be worried about those.
Not me."
The Mollopod put his hands to his hips. "I now your evil game. You
don't scare me, Human pigdog! If it were up to me I'd scrap this
stupid alliance between our planets and go back to having Human soup."
"Whatever." Justin shrugged and went back to his ship.