(message: Tiny: Don't let appearances fool ya. This baby may be a relic, I mean, a classic, but she's a dependable as the day we got her. And just think, you'll be the only one on the quadrant with one. I guarantee it!) (message: Tiny: She's a beaut, isn't she? This little baby can do a spin around the planet in just under an hour. Look at the lines in that body work. They just don't make 'em like this anymore, ya know what I mean? And she's a real bargain at 185 buckazoids.) (message: Tiny: Now, just take a gander at these beauties, sport. If ya see one ya like, just give a hoot. I'll stand right over here. No pressure. Absolutely none.) (message: Tiny: I tell ya, I think you've made a wise decision. She's a beauty. The keys are in her. If you have any problems don't hesitate to come back and tell us about 'em.) (Roger takes off in the ship.) (The ship crashes and burns in the distant dunes.) (still shot: A creepy looking mortician standing next to a coffin. message: Darn the luck. You've crashed in the dunes and ended your life. The various inhabitants of the Keronian desert are now feasting on your remains. Guess that wasn't such a hot purchase.)

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