Ten thousand three-mile-long stone battleships roared across the void like a landslide of black boulders.
Because Star-Lord Crag-Devourer had used his Master Fleet Seal to lock every rudder straight ahead at maximum boiler pressure, the captains on the bridges couldn’t even turn their wheels or pull the brakes!
“Hold onto the railings, boys!” General Rock-Jaw yelled on the deck of Vanguard Ship #1 as his vessel hurtled straight toward the “DO NOT ENTER — ONE WAY ONLY” sign on Exit Ramp #2 at two hundred miles an hour. “The Star-Lord locked our steering! We’re about to ram right into that eight-lane ring road against the flow of traffic!”
Up in the sky above the fleet, Crag-Devourer folded his granite arms and laughed wildly as he watched his ten thousand stone ships close in on the fifty-mile Moon Roundabout from every angle.
“Yield to the right?! Speed limit forty-five miles an hour?!” Crag-Devourer bellowed, his voice shaking the space dust. “My ten thousand stone ships weigh fifty million tons each! When ten thousand flying mountains crash into your traffic circle at the same time, your little white lane stripes and your roast goose stand will be crushed into atomic dust!”
Down on the central control platform overlooking the North Crater Drive-Thru window, Old Guo didn’t even stop basting his honey-glazed roast geese. He simply called out over his shoulder: “Young Master! Those big dirty rock boats are coming in way too fast! If they kick up dust near Lane One, it’ll…
