The bank robbers sat in the space pod, staring at the pile of worthless intergalactic gems on the floor.
“How was I supposed to know that door was for emergencies only?” asked Monty.
“Because it said so on it!” yelled Carla. “Let me repeat: going through the bank’s emergency exit imprints your DNA forever.”
Monty shifted in his seat.
“But I thought,” he said, “that was only on Pluto, and that doesn’t count because it’s not even a planet.”
“It is a planet,” Carla’s voice rose, “it does count, and do I have to explain the meaning of intergalactic again?”