When you’re lost in the Galactic West, ridin’ a horse named Jupiter in the asteroid belt, a laserproof sidekick is all you need to stay on the straight and narrow. Fair warning.
When you hear stories like these from ol’ cowpokes, they’ll wax poetic about the dangers, the adventures, the good times and the bad. But somethin’ the good ones will always tell you is, "Luck's got nothin' to do with it!"