Monday October 3, 2005
Narrator:Lieutenant-Commander John Der Trihs is in the warm embrace of his fourth beer.
Narrator:He's in charge here, which means the group average has him beat by about three beers.
Narrator:He's drunk enough that he reacts slowly, he's sober enough to know that noise and whoever made it is his problem.
LCdr Der Trihs:Ohhh. . . Crap.