(The Sarien Spider Droid approaches Roger.) (The Droid makes contact, blowing them both into tiny bits.) (Roger's helmet comes falling out of the sky and lands on the sand.) (still shot: The Grim Reaper holding Roger in his bony grasp. message: How convenient! You've been blown into bite-sized chunks. I guess that Space Piston article wasn't fiction. There's nothing quite like stretching out and enjoying the wide-open spaces.)

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