Thursday May 8, 2008
Captain Tagon:We need to adjust our schedules, and throw in a quick sleep cycle. The UNS teraport shaved about twenty hours off our twenty-six hour transit.
Elf:That's not "shaving." That's amputation.
Captain Tagon:Do you want to argue with me, or do you want to go to bed?
Elf:Sorry, sir. That shuttle already left the station.
Captain Tagon:Wait. . . What did I say?
Kevyn:Yummy shoes, Captain?