Where most of his customers find meaning in pastimes like worshipping deranged space gods, feeding random crap to a sentient black hole, endlessly digging for The Treasure or mentally enslaving donut shop workers, Wilbur lives a more humble life, fixing the galaxy's ills one broken ship module at a time.
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