Bllionaire industrialist Zob Bottletop was beginning to regret appointing his son as head of mapping command.
‘Tell me that again Conor’
‘It’s like this, we left Triangula I was like you guys don’t like me, and navigation was like, you know …all arsey, and I was like whatever, and they were all we need co-ordinates, and I was like ye should know them, and they were all we need them now,and I was like just do your jobs and then there was this binary star system, or something -I guess, and they were all, we’re completely lost …and stuff’
