The trouble with the Huockian race is that they are so damnably polite. So much so that often, their first words as babies is 'Please' or 'Thank You'. This politeness, as we've already seen, even extends to their enemies, for just before disabling Grungit's spaceship, Limnitz had wished his enemy 'Good luck with that.'

When Limnitz was subsequently ordered to find the planet on which John's balls had landed, he brushed up on all manner of polite speech, since he most likely would be talking to aliens.

Ondonterron, meanwhile, had given up, for the present, working on 'The Leap Of Flatulence' and had taken up googling nonsense words and phrases. He wasn't surprised to find "Alchemania". He was mildly amused to have found "original simulacrum". He was totally astonished to find "Ondonterron"*.

Limnitz duly found and landed on the planet onto which John's balls, neatly held in their Chalice Of Murkkatz, must have landed. There were a few grease spots on the planet which held the possibility of a crash landing. However, to be certain, he decided to ask around and see if the local populace could help.

That proved a daunting task. He came upon a few - er - 'things' that seemed like they might be sentient beings; things that, to an Earthman, would have looked sort of like a cross between a mouse and a watermelon. However, after translating their utterings, it seemed all they were saying was "Mum's bum".

Finally, he stumbled upon a sloth-like creature who, after translation, appeared to be called "Vestala".

"Ah! Well, I was wondering if you would be so kind as to help me locate a rather important piece of equipment."

"Equipment?" Vestala fairly yelled, "Oi hates equipments! Yer kin take yer equipment and shove it whar the sun ain't shinin'!  Yer just like that Ondonterron with all 'is fancy equipment scaring young 'uns and such. Why he ain't been the same since that flying machine smashed down and stuck that fancy drinking cup into his noggin."

"Oh? Please, would it be possible for you to direct us to this, er, Ondonterron?" Limnitz eyes glowed with excitement.

"Right over the next plaopla," Vestala pointed behind her. Limnitz peered in that direction and, seeing a small valley, with a huge satellite antenna peeking up, decided it must indeed be the place. He thanked Vestala profusely and headed towards the valley.

"I 'ope 'e's not movin in 'ere. We've got enough strange contraptions 'round 'ere," Vestala thought to herself.

Limnitz couldn't help but be excited. His retrieval of the Chalice - but more importantly - John's balls - would guarantee that he would now have enough dowry to marry the most famous author on his planet. That would insure his life of leisure. She was, after all, a best-selling Tale Smash author.

*since this story includes an inherent time warp, please do not search for 'Ondonterron' until after 3/9/2008.