It was me in my old Pinto. Scotty beamed me down some dilithiem crystals in liquid form to put in the gas tank. It was a real bitch getting it out of orbit over Wales without a heat shield. Spock was not amused. I tried to land at Heathrow London at 550 knots and stopped in Windsor with a path of destruction behind me. Most fortunately near a pub. I needed a drink. British intelligence denies all. LOL
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