"Well I do," Spandez said, lighting up one of the cigars and listening to the man. Leaning over to a pager, he replied to a gargling noise. "Carol, can you check for any UEA claims on this planet? I checked when we started the trip, but you know how the bureaucracy is. You're a delight."

Crossing his arms, Spandez nodded and sighed.

"Mr. Cosmos, I assure you that we at Badurong Broadcasting do our research to the best of our ability. We compare the development of the civilization with the randomized objectives of the season to occur there. The order of planets to serve as a field of play is decided months, sometimes years in advance- while we may have selected it in the past before you arrived to stake your claim, we respect your right to it. We would never INTENTIONALLY select a world that's already been claimed. We'll just need to verify the claim before-"

The pager on his desk crackled as Spandez listened to more of the alien gurgling.

"Oh, is that so? Filed... huh. Yeah, I think the last time we were here was Sol-4. No wonder we hadn't heard about the claim."

Spandez opened the cigar box, motioning to it.

"Ah, there it is then. Might have to execute some of those Spawn of Grelthax in the legal department. Help yourself to a cigar, by the way."