The purple sphere looked after it sadly. A large crystal tear welled up in each of his great, unhappy eyes and trickled slowly down his purple fur.
"The little punk didn't cross us after all," admitted Ed Bailey grudgingly, turning momentarily from the controls.
"This is enough. It's in better shape than when we bought it," testified Archie.
"Okay. Set a course out of this Sector, and we'll hit the road."
"Wait a second: We've got to go back there and thank Melancholy."
"WHAT did you say? THANK it? Why? It won't understand. It'll just stand there with those idiotic eyes and moon at you."
"If it's smart enough to fix our ship, it's worth thanking," proclaimed Archie.
"Well," grumbled Ed, "maybe you're right. We'd still be rotting here if it weren't for Fido."
"Maybe we can even take him aboard and lug him back to YAP, or wherever he's from. He must be awful lonely here."