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Flatburbzian groaned as the spacecraft sat motionless and broken in the middle of the moon-lit field, smoke billowing out and sparks buzzing from the control board.
"You wouldn't let me get a GPS, would you?" he grumbled between clenched teeth. "Nooo, we don't need that extra expenditure, you said. A map of Earth will be fine, you said."
"Don't take it out on me!" screamed his wife, Joorfrakissanx. "Just because you're not a good enough pilot to see that tree that was obviously in front of us doesn't make it my fault!" The aforementioned tree had partially collapsed into the ground upon the heavy impact.
Flatburbzian had no choice but to apologise to the Vextrunian travel authorities for creating potential conspiracy theories among the humans. But first, he had to call the AA.