Intergalactic anorack merchant Bork Zungalow was feeling enthusiastic.

He had just been to Korilla, the galaxy’s wettest and windiest planet, and had left with a rocket full of coats.

‘If you can’t sell jackets on Korilla, then you may give up‘, he’d thought.

But.

  • Earth was different.
  • It showed promise.
  • A crowd gathered the minute he landed.
  • They gasped in amazement as he spoke.

Bork unfangled his onterior spline and fomgulated nitric acid from his uppermost snout onto the garment.

Several onlookers fainted.

‘I know it’s a shock, but these really are the best jackets in the galaxy’, he neighed.