An elderly marlinist man writes a letter to his neo-marlinist son:
"Hi Son, hope those imperial prison guards are treating you as well as they make out to be, if they aren't let me know and I'll get your story to the media. It's great having new planets to call home, but but trying to dig that soil just to the north of our pod, its more than my old body and our even older equipment can handle."
The son writes a reply:
"Dad don't dig there!!! Like NEVER DIG THERE - Thats where I'm storing my thargoid resin bombs!!!"
The Imperial Internal Security Services raid the fathers lands, dig up everything, going two meters deep for one kilometer in all directions from the dads pod, find nothing, and leave. The next day the son sends another letter to his dad, "I hope the imps that I sent you didn't upset you too much, but at least they will have helped dig the farm."