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All Lt. Biggs wanted was a shipboard bouquet for / his wife, but the seeds grew a little too well!
Well, it's just like I told you. The last time you friends, dopes, and country hicks lent me your ears I said the _Saturn_ was scheduled for an ordinary, routine, commonplace cargo shuttle to Uranus. But I also hunched it that inasmuch as my screwball pal, Lt. Lancelot Biggs, was treading the bridge almost anything was rather more than likely to happen.