What the flarp?!

Protozoa shook his flask’s final dregs, catching drips on his outstretched tongue. His ship’s artificial intelligence chirped at him.

“You really shouldn’t drink and fly.”

“Do me a favor, shut up, will ya?” Protozoa slurred. “Waddya know anyway? This is a HyperfalconX Starjumper, barely bigger than a Landspeeder, and we are in the middle of deep space. What the flarp could I crash into?”

“Captain, it’s not that… it’s-“

“Well, spit it out already!”

“You just missed our hyperspace exit.”

Protozoa threw his flask. “I thought you were on autopilot!”

“Sorry, Captain. You declined the option package for full self-flying.”