So there we are, cruising through outer space, and Doe-Doe decides to get hungry.
"What are you eating?" asked Jake to Doe-Doe. There was a gray lump in Doe-Doe's hand. Then Dophine looked at the control panel.
"Is there supposed to be a gash in the panel?" she inquired. It turned out that that gash was supposed to be filled in with the chunk in Doe-Doe's hand!
"Stop eating the control panel!" I screamed.
"But it tastes so good!" whimpered the ever stupid Doe-Doe. Red lights flashed above us, indicating that Doe-Doe's mistake had done more damage than we expected.
Then the whole ship plummeted.
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