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affable, passionate women take them for granted and do not
value their amazing qualities. Most importantly, there were
many, many breweries and all of them made exceptional beer.
Gnurdleigh dreamed of going there with almost every waking

and sleeping hour. In his dreams he would pour sticky, dark
beer all over himself and the native women would run to him
several at a time and lick it off. From there the fantasy had
several variations all of which ended up happening for real,
countless quadrillions of times throughout the universe, just
never to him. Not even once. Sometimes irony is a bitch.

The very day he received his inheritance; he ran to local used
spaceship dealer named 'Crazy Earl' and purchased the first

ship he could afford that was capable of long-distance travel.
'Crazy Earl' was as disreputable a being as could be found in a
twelve-parsec area. An easy way to know this was that his
advertisements stressed how he was 'crazy happy so he would
give you a crazy deal'. Anyone familiar with advertising would
recognize this to mean you would be crazy to do business with
him, however, his smiling face and the disarming foolishness

he would be filmed doing for his commercials would soothe the
unwise mind, leaving them ripe for picking by such a clever,
cunning salesman. Gnurdleigh was a perfect candidate for
being taken by such a con-artist. Crazy Earl knew this was the
victim for that horrid little ship he had been unsuccessfully
trying to move for years! What a great day this would be for
him.

Allan R. Emery 11