"Let's drop the meteor-screens for a better look."
Hastily, Gop reached out and tapped the meteor aside.
"Heck, that planet looks like a dud, all right ... but it's two days to the next one ... and I've got a terrific headache!"
"Funny ... I've got one too."
"Well, what say we land and stretch our—"
By that time Gop had hastily withdrawn his headache-causing probe. He stared anxiously upward.
After a moment, he said, "They're landing, Master."