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Docking Denied (Until You Bribe Me)

[Verse 1] Hello, cargo scuttlers—Krog’s blockade says hi! I see you’re low on fuel and hope—oh me, oh my, oh my. Just punch in your request code… oops—denied, denied again! Strange—seems like the button works when bribes are wired in. [Pre-Chorus] I could grant you docking rights, out of pure benevolence; But why ignore corruption’s charm? It's cheaper than incompetence. [Chorus] Grease the wheels, grease the gears— send some credits, kill those fears! Krog protects the port from threats (and by threats, I mean your peers). Grease the wheels, grease the gears, wipe away those timid tears— Fail to pay, I’ll “accidentally” vent your oxygen to spheres. [Verse 2] Don’t look so offended—this is standard pirate code; Article one: extort with flair. Article two: explode. Oh, that form? That’s harmless—just a tithe for “vibes and grooming;” You’re lucky—earlier drafts included mandatory ballooning. [Chorus] Grease the wheels, grease the gears, Krog invents new fees each year; Pay the bribe or watch your ship become a decorative smear. Grease the wheels, grease the gears, think of Krog as your concierge— Say “no,” and I’ll replace your nav AI with Clippy’s evil heir. [Bridge] BEEP—docking clamp deploys! BEEP—listen to that noise! Each refusal adds a fine, double-charge per sob and whine. Trying to negotiate? Congratulations—now it’s eight! [Final Chorus] Grease the wheels, grease the gears, sign the contract—Krog’s career! Purchase now, and I might not relocate you to the stratosphere. Grease the wheels, grease the gears, all your credits disappear; But hey—you get a holographic sticker: “Preferred Target Tier.”