The galaxy was a dark, miserable, place. The only respite lay in the bottom of a bottle of the galaxy's cheapest liquor, and Ulysses had made it his personal mission to locate a source of the happy juice that had an acceptable cost:amnesia ratio.
Or cancer juice, as some folks called it.
So, he found himself in yet another cantina, the third one that day, listening to some awful upbeat cantina music and flooding his broken body with sweet poison that erased all woes and worries...
... Except a faint flicker of worry passed through his brain at the sudden realisation that two young boys were in the cantina. He wasn't worried at the fact they were underage, oh no, he was worried about the fact that two teenagers had made it past security only to order food instead of hard liquor.
What was this galaxy coming to?