Security level 3 was. It was so.

Hours later, everyone had settled in and completed their mandatory medical scans. I depowered my sidearm, and put it back down onto the ship, which quickly extinguished. I used the door to the helm, and set on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess I'll go home now and just about fit on.


If your humanity

Is hard to prove

Drop me an email

And I'll let you through

Burma-Shave