Captain's Log, Stardate August 30th 2015.

I was on my way to Gorram Point when an asteroid had hit my ship's left engine. Unfortunately that meant that I had to land on this back water world and I don't even know the name of it. Come to think of it, I probably should know the name of it, but understandably, during astronomy class I was too busy eye balling the filly next to me. I'll need to make some basic repairs and servant my droid HRD-69 will make me one of my best friend's Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters while I'm at it. I don't know about you computer, but I'm about ready for a date with my sweet, sweet, pillow. I haven't had anything to do except sleep, but gosh darn it, she's worth every moment. You know, sometimes, when I fly my ship the Eccentric Dolphin it's like her name sake is squeaking me to sleep. I'll actually have to talk with HRD-69 about that, I doubt that he actually cleaned the floors like I ordered him too. However, we'll see. For now, I just have to relax I guess and breathe in the fresh air. So far everything seems quite routine here. The grass underhoof is just grass, and the air is just air. Not like on Oberon XII, ugh! it's not worth even remembering. I was stuck on that smelly piece of rock for eight days without so much as a Mouffettes Plaisir or Love Leopard Cologne. My scarf stank for weeks afterwards, no matter how many times I dry cleaned it. Oh well, duty calls.

Duke Thunderhoof, out.