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in the arid tundra of europa, the corporate pawn sloppyjones sets up camp in a little hole in the ice. luckily he has a backpack full of pornography and alcohol to aid him during the dark days that jupiter blocks out the sun.

today he's just not in the mood and wants company. he aims his sat-chip to contact perhaps a passerby or two. he does have those neptunian robustei hits; and the jupiter-corp guards didn't search his bag very well last time.

hours later a cargo ship run by a small group of dragfons hails and lands. dragfons look like the if little-people, winnie the pooh, and flies were genetically hybrid. the females have an unquenchable libido but their sexual organs smell like camphor; if you can call them "sexual organs".

sloppyjones shows them the robustei and they immediately become interested. one of the dragfons turns on some music and they begin to party.

later on in the evening when the buzz starts to fade the captain of the cargo ship stumbles in almost forgetting one of his crewmates; gives a smile to sloppyjones; jettisons the "anchor"; and speeds off.

in a haze, sloppyjones examines the sores on his crotch; depressingly downs the rest of his vodka; and studies his work schedule.

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