Gamera
Like the Millennium Falcon great big engines and no where for a gas tank...
INDEED.
Perhaps this is a good time for a Bakster story. Nino inspired me, you can blame Nino.
The gas guage is on E, it is time to refuel. I set course to the nearest refueling depot. (Good thing they have a station every few light years)
Good fortune smiles on me because it isn't long when I see one. It's a Stuckeys too, my favorite. Gas, food, trinkets, they got it all. I barely get the ship into park and the window down when an attendant runs up, "how may I be of service?"
Bakster: Cornelius? Is that you?
Cornelius: Bakster? What brings you to this part of interstellar space?
Bakster: Nevermind that. What are you doing here? And why are you working this refueling station?
Cornelius: Well... if you must know. After we released you to the Forbidden Zone, we were captured and tried for treason. Our sentence is to work this Stuckeys outpost.
Bakster: I am sorry about that.
Cornelius: Oh, it's not so bad. Zira runs the register and she doubles as a waitress. My job is to refuel ships and such.
Bakster: If you are happy, that is all that counts. Btw. Whatever happened to Zaius?
Cornelius: This might amuse you. The court found him guilty of conspiracy. He works here too. They have him working in the oil change pit.
Bakster: Zaius is changing oil? In the pit? This I have to see.
Cornelius: He will be surprised to see you.
Bakster: In that, I am sure.
Cornelius: Actually sir, he is a changed ape. He quite enjoys the work. With every oil change he provides a free reading from the sacred scrolls. And you know how he likes quoting the scrolls.
Bakster: Cough! You know ...maybe I will say howdy on another visit. I am in a bit of a rush.
Cornelius: Oh, ok. Should I wipe your windows for you?
Bakster: Just look at all those bugs. Sure!
End of transmission....