So there I am, in the Sri Lanka system, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for seven hundred brown M&Ms to fill a Cutter, or Ozzy wouldn't go mining that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweet shop on the edge of the system. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweet shop station in our SRVs. Well, instead of a guard drones, they've got this bloody great big Corvette. I managed to take out the Vette with a can of mace, but the station owner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went mining.....