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Hand me that bottle, will you, Marvin? That's right - the one with the brownish-green liquid in it. I think it's spiked with marzipan or something. That's about as hard as it gets on this miserable pimple of a planet. Jesus Christmas. Oh, hi, friend of Big Green . Well, here we are on Aldebaran Five, soaking up the radiation, drinking gloog, making slemoth, and generally doing what living beings do on Aldebaran Five, at least when they're in between performances. As you might have surmised from our previous posts, we were hideously late for the one-week run we had booked on A-5, so we had to shuffle things around a bit. Actually, we canceled a gig on Sirius (the star system, not the satellite radio network). Can't think it bothers them much. They never take anything .... serious .... lee. My apologies. Anyway, how is it going here on A-5? Not too shabby. Our current album, Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick has sold relatively well here. Fact is, we would be...