Chronicles of the Chrome Visitor

Previously

…Barry managed a weak smile. His heart was still pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He’d just stared down a galactic enforcer. He’d used his accounting skills to outmaneuver an alien bureaucrat. And he’d done it all while standing in his neighbour’s prize-winning petunia patch. “Just doing my part, Gay,” Barry said, his voice still a little breathless. “Someone has to make sure the books balance. Even if the books are… intergalactic.” He looked at Gay, at the still slightly deflated disco ball ship, and at the utterly bewildered garden gnome. “Now,” he said, taking a deep breath. “About those parts for your ship…”