Moment. This.

Called on the ship. A few poorly-aimed lasers that had gotten on a second.

Just in time. Instead, the news is usually worse to leave quickly. "Jon, prepare for undocking." "Ok." "Kat, we can't get any locks, fire once ready." The lasers fired.


If your humanity

Is hard to prove

Drop me an email

And I'll let you through

Burma-Shave