That One Time I Met a Galactic Roadside Artisan
GALACTIC STANDARD TIME: 3456.23.45
I never thought I'd be the type to stop and talk to a galactic roadside artisan, but there I was, on a planet so remote it was practically uninhabitable. The sign read 'Freshly Baked R'Norian Raisins, 3.99 a dozen.' I mean, who doesn't want a dozen freshly baked raisins on their intergalactic travels?
