Harumph! Harumphing!
Stribber was clearing his throat
trying to calm himself down.
Touchdown to land
quagmire to approach.
He began to lower

the hypno-craft-oleo. Hum Azar.

He ran the power source. Stribber
eased back on the modiloto.
He kept watching the
needles on the dials, making sure
they were in the critical zone.
The Hammer came down. Stribber gyrated left tight center forward
every which way until he could zero
in on the landing. Suddenly everything
went dark. A power drop.