3›Now we're lying face-down in a heap of rancid trash. This can only be Dispozon, a planet where the litter of the galaxy is left to rot. And we've become just two more bits of forgotten refuse. [ST80›The noxious smoggy atmosphere, the smell, they can only mean one thing: we're marooned on Dispozon, the planet-fill site. Untold tons of garbage cover the rotting landscape. [ST80›Reeking mounds of trash stretch away before me. I've identified the planet, but it gives me no consolation. Dispozon, the junkyard of the galaxy. A twisted cry echoes through the smog. [ST80›