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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?”


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