He dialed in the coordinates. This hydrogen

He dialed in the coordinates. This hydrogen cloud would destroy the hull of the NT-4140. It was a pleasure craft, used to tour the rings of Saturn. But the coordinates switched to

a planet nearby with an atmosphere much like his own and an abundance of water nitrogen and oxygen, which would be more than enough for the orgathopter to repair-unless it exploded

on impact. Which it did. Luckily, the ship seat belts and airbags worked as they all survived. The problem; they were alone on an uncharted planet and no one knew to rescue them.

Stranded on that unfamiliar planet, they had very few options: search the surroundings and look for help, or stay in their shuttle and play strip poker. They decided to

play strip poker, unfortunately the strange planet had other plans. "Royal flush!" I proclaimed, with a grin. Just then we heard a clash outside. Paul--the most clothed--peeked out

and saw Ninja Radio! He twirled his nunchuks around, knocking things off the shelf. Then he threateningly demanded, "WHERE IS COWBOY TV?" Paul didn't know, so he looked at me. I

ignored his annoying comment. Largely because the NY Times Crossword puzzle killer was still at large. The crimes were simple the first few days, but grew more elaborate and tough

, always consisting of two bodies with an intersecting letter. More importantly, the lives of the victims intersected in unusual ways. For example, the last two victims shared

only he cared.I had always hated trees and the most expensive pair of shoes he owned was a pair of Miami Vice espadrilles. What would Crocket do. He ran his hair. through his ha