1-800-GOT-SPACE-JUNK?

Sometimes you've just got to clean your space.

Thanks to some random orbiting rubbish I couldn’t out-maneuver, I now have a chip in the windshield of the janky time machine the size of a bitcoin. To add insult to injury, I found this business card floating amongst the detritus. Isn’t it ironic? (it’s like raaaaaiii ….). Sorry.

Now I have to decide whether I should put in a claim for the chip through…