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Captains Log: I have no idea what star date it is and I care even less. We are in orbit around another brown and green planet following a distress call received over the low alert frequency. Uhuhuh has tried opening our hailing frequencies and we have been swamped by an ancient Barry Manilow concert which has been out there for centuries. Plop, Moans and Slotter have been in the briefing room for four hours along with a tape of Animal House and a crate of beer which we picked up on our last port of call. At the helm Guru and Checkers are staring at the viewport through which even I can see the damn planet.