Commander Midden glared angrily over at his hired hand, MrMogadon. Their Corvette was dead in the water, the nearest Fuel Rat was a week away, and they had to get their cargo of gifts and soup stock delivered within days for Zeesee's Festival of Joy.
"Your job is navigation, which includes making sure we have the fuel," screamed Midden.
"Sorry, Sir. Fell asleep after the Janx and chocolate Hobnobs. Didn't sit well, it did."
Engineer Simoof came forward, "Sir, I may have a solution. That's no ordinary soup stock."
Midden nodded, "Right! It's Thai King stock! Fill up the tank!"
....(drum roll)...and the this week's meritorious award for crow-barring a pun into a work of literature goes to.....

ERIK MARCAIGH......YAAAAAYYY
...(thunderous applause from the assembled thronging mass and a nervous cough from one Catholic priest in flip-flops)...