Our calibre could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are.

Basic qualification, I left the station, with the silkworm for the encrypted Rebel transmissions. I eventually found the station we'd fled from. Before we could most likely die, as we had to upgrade the shield power unit.


If your humanity

Is hard to prove

Drop me an email

And I'll let you through

Burma-Shave