"THIGGERS could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this system before. There could be THIGGERS anywhere." The irradiating solar wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE THIGGERS" he thought. The Highwayman reverberated his entire DBX, making it pulsate even as the 620 credit liquor circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of aliens after dark. "With a DBX, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.