Sunday December 17, 2006
Narrator:Commander Andreyasn remembers. . .
Elf:Does my hair look okay?
Kevyn:It looks fine, then again, you may be asking the wrong person.
Elf:Why? Because you never have to worry about your own hair?
Kevyn:No, because right now, I can't imagine anything about you looking anything besides fine.
Elf:If you don't stop with the romantic talk we're never going to get out of your cabin and back to work.
Kevyn:And how, exactly, is that remark supposed to change my current conversational tack?
Elf:Kevyn, I don't really want to be seen leaving your cabin this morning.
Kevyn:I embarrass you?
Elf:No. . . I just want to get comfortable with our relationship before everybody else does.
Elf:It looks clear, I'll go first.
Schlock:Oh, hey, Commander Elf. What're you doing in Kevyn's cabin?
Elf:I. . . Ummm. . .
Kevyn:She and I were planning a surprise for you and you almost spoiled it.
Schlock:Is it a new plasma cannon?
Kevyn:Drat. Now we'll have to think of something else to surprise you with.