Let’s go, the bronze one said.
They saddled up and rode to the ranch, got into a pickup and drove to the airport. A 747 flew them to Florida, where they donned space suits and entered the shuttle’s flight deck.
In orbit, things began to go dangerously awry.
Looks like we’re in trouble now, old friend, said the man.
What you mean ‘we,’ paleface? his partner responded and climbed into an emergency pod, snapped the door shut and headed Earthward.