Super Cosmos stepped into the office of the Lord of Bloodsport with his cloak folded over his broad arm. He stood quietly as the phone call concluded, then sat when motioned to do so.

"Thanks, but I don't smoke on spacecraft. I find it to be rude to the oxygen-breathers aboard the ship. Anyway, to business: You seem to be offering a possession of mine as the award for winning your show. I'm not too pleased by this, so here I am. According to the Discovery Clause of the Universal Exploration Act, ownership of a planet goes to the first Universal Citizen to land upon the planet's soils and stake a claim, as I'm sure you know.

"Now, I've been a fan of the show for a while, so I'm willing to negotiate. The show has made many a long journey through space much more bearable, after all. So, what can you offer me for this planet?"