Captain!!
Do not be beamed down to this source of heat.
A servant of mine dropped a glowing cigarette butt into the container, which my no-gooder son Reinhard was planning to blast up with his rotten V2-rocket, to replenish your personal stocks of 120 proof Vodka.
Now thanksgod the stuff has blown up.
The better part was, that some white geese,
flying over my estate at that time, fell down roasted. Now me and my field workers have delicious vodka scented goose roast.
But captain: Try to locate my son and his V2!
I suspect him to be on the brothel planet Beteigeuze 13. Get him off there!!
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