“I thought you were a daredevil, pilot!” says Captain Skirt. Â “Are you telling me you’re not crazy enough to enter the coordinates?”
“Nobody’s that crazy!” snaps Chesthair Laser. Â “Travel through hyperspace ain’t like dusting crops, your holiness! Â Without precise calculations we could fly right THROUGH the damn world-ship, or slam into a–”
“Wait wait wait, hang on. Could we do that on purpose if we wanted to?”
Chesthair Laser opens his sneering mouth for a retort, then closes it, then looks thoughtful.
They stick engines on a bunch of asteroids and just blow up the world-ship without going anywhere near it.