[ WP ] Years ago in a drunken stupor you bought a star . A strange looking `` man '' comes to your door desperately wanting to buy it from you .

“ Hello, sir! I hear you ’ re the owner of Alpha Centauri. ” 
 
 “ Yeah, sure, if that ’ s what you heard. ” 
 
 “ I wan na buy it. ” 
 
 “ I ’ m listening. ” 
 
 *** 
 
 “ Let me get this straight… you sold our nearest star? ” 
 
 I looked between the two sharp-dressed men, one leaning over the table talking to me and the other standing silently in the corner with his arms crossed. 
 
 “ Y…yes? ” 
 
 “ Please tell me you at least got something important in exchange, like Sirius or Epsilon Eridani. ” 
 
 “ No, not exactly. ” 
 
 “ Tell me son, what exactly did you sell it for? ” 
 
 “ A, uh, fruit smoothie, uh, mango and pineapple. And a massage. ” 
 
 “ Shit. ” 
 
 The one in the corner finally spoke up. 
 
 “ The Arcturians are known for their deep-tissue massages. ” 
 
 The man leaning over the table straightened up and sighed, a resigned look on his face. 
 
 “ Well Jay, I guess we ’ ll have to go get it back. ” 
 
 “ Let ’ s do it, Kay. ” 
 
 One of them held up a fancy-looking device, and both men put on sunglasses. There was a flash and...
