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And with that, Qwerk, Spork, and Commander Fiddlesticks destroyed the evil Mongolian Time Lord. They also destroyed the 8.7 million innocent people living on the Mongolian Time Lord's space station, but whatever. They probably deserved it or something.
And so the Starship CassaBeer lived happily ever after, except for Qwerk, who got Space AIDS from hooking up with too many freaky, four-boobed alien bitches...
Okay, so that, dear friends, is why we write humor and horror (like our newly released book The Graveyard Shift - *cough cough*). We're complete n00bs when it comes to intergalactic science fiction. We wouldn't know a plasma cannon from a silverware stuffed microwave. But, we do know someone who does. His name is Alex J. Cavanaugh, he's a good friend to the blog, and to prove his boundless knowledge of the genre, he's just released his third sci-fi novel. Head on over to Amazon and check out his newest installment of space opera and adventure, CassaStorm. If sci-fi is your thing, we're sure you'll enjoy the hell out of it. If not, please direct all hate mail to my bitchy aunt Trudy in Delaware. She just loves "getting onto the e-mail."
Also, if you haven't met him yet, be sure to stop by Alex's blog and say hello. Or nuqneH! (Which apparently means hello in Klingon) Find him here: http://alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com/
Cheers and stay classy, folks,
Beer: Titan IPA