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GOD that was a trip and a half, you slowly CONVALESCE in the cold metal floor of this orbital tin can, surrounded by your TROUPE of CAPABLE albeit ANNOYING COMPANIONS who are- hey what gives, quit that, why are you laughing, fuck off.
Situation seems... nominal? You run a little system diagnostics, your dong's there, no bloodclots on your veins, no foreign objects found in any orifice, foreskin = intact, lung health: eh could be worse, small lump in left ball, pinky toe moderately bruised, lookin' good!
You DISREGARD the scribblings and the stench of permanent marker and what seems to be silly string wrapped around your beret and hair turning you into the queerest Christmas tree this side of the galactic spiral and focus on the slimy FUCK who smoked all of your shit and may have pocketed your LIFE SAVINGS (20 dollars and a nickel), goddamn shameless thief...
You SPOT the fucker slamming his noodlefingers all over the CONTROL PANEL. Oh hey you were heading there right before the whole inventory detour!
Alright, how do we deal with this POTENTIAL outer space Judas? your patience's kind of running thin, you just want to get back to fucking around, maybe abduct a couple of cows and do some outer space BBQ-ing or draw a massive wiener on some crops, the possibilities are quite endless, after all you're all the way up in the final frontier...
>CONFRONT RANDS, THAT'S ENOUGH I'LL KICK YER ASS I'LL SWEAR ON ME MUM.
>SHOVE HIM ASIDE, YOU'RE THE CAPTAIN NOW
>LEAVE ROOM, THIS IS NO FUN LET'S DO SOMETHING ELSE WHERE'S THE CHOW HALL
>T SPIGOT IT'S PROBIN' TIME [Write In]
