The Inter-Planetary All-Night Gas Station and Antiquarian Bookshop

The three of them crowded round the nosecone.
"Nasty. Those heat shields won't hold."
"Gus'll sell you filler paste..."
"I've got to get to L17-Terraform..."
"Might not make it that far on filler. Does Gus carry shields?"
The shuttle pilot trudged off to ask, leaving the other two shaking their heads.
"Actually... I might just have a look..."
"Don't. Gus got new stock in."
"Oh, no."
"Yeah. I spent four hundred on metaphysical poetry."
The pilot came back, carrying a fat tube of filler.
"No new panels?"
"Well... They were expensive. And he had this! Just look at these endpapers..."