It is a frightening thing to crash on an alien planet. My shipmates, Xax and Xenu, were badly injured. I was hopelessly pinned in the wreckage.
Our only hope lay with the small white quadruped who saw us fall. I sent my thought-waves to him.
I am called Xuru. We are hurt. We need your assistance.
He sent thought-waves in response. I am called Mr. Pish. I will bring the others.
Now I wait in the cold, staring at the tracks he left behind. It is not until the blackness envelops me that I hear the distant sound of a party approaching…
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