Do you like screwball comedy? Witty, snappy dialogue? Playful banter? Well, move along, there's nothing to see here, folks. Or hear. As for logic, I hate to be picky but I'm not sure Craig's premise that if they find "intelligent life" they will necessarily be able to buy a morge. What if this intelligent life has nothing but eight-track tapes of Yakov Smirnoff? You know, when Smirnoff was an edgy, intelligent comic?
You have to love the descriptive writing: "There was a muffled sound of landing on rocks and stuff." Oh, and stuff! Wow, I can really see it in my mind's eye! What's on this new planet? Stuff. Great, we'll land here then.
But what about the composition of the atmosphere and stuff? Oh, I'm sure that will work out too.
Next Week: Our heroes encounter an Ecan eating a pecan.
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