"Well everyone ... Big welcome home to Cay and Romer, been a while guys, good to
have you back in the fold. Ship changes and ID situation explained over secure comms.
LAG situation, everyone, not caused by one L-train going to be changed. Quit the bitching.
LAG is worse now than it was when we all had iffy Traders ... Sorry, back on subject.
Drinks are on the house" ...
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
"The drinks are where?" marauder said, the LPI officer temporarily forgotten,
"You mean we've got to go climb on the roof to get a drink? Bugger that boss, we'll just move the jukebox and go hit your the stockpile in the cellar." He grinned, to show he was only joking.
*Cough* ... "Marauder if you get any sharper, someone will cut themselves getting too
close. Comedy not your strong point then ... Huh.
Hey LPI, to early round here for the bribes, tell your boss to send someone a little more
up the gravy train next time ... Don't deal with the oily rags.
So while there is a few of here. Move the jukey back to where it was. The need for the
cellar is upon us. Weekend drinking starts with the happy hour." ...
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
"You mean happy 72 hours? You never stop after an hour boss." marauder ducked the chair lobbed at him and started to move the jukebox back to where it had been.
'What about happy HowManyHoursAnyOneCanWithstand?' asked Nightfall hidding behind an improvised barricade made of an old jukebox from an ex bar on Malta...
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor
"Ok ... Thats how many hours you can all stand. Not withstanding. Yeah whatever ...
Just get on with it. Don't want to hear any complaints tomorrow, concerning sickness
and headaches though ... Take it like a man ... err, or Girl." ...
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
Bien, usted sabe que el ingles no es mi primera lengua. El espanol no esta tampoco. Los pescados de Babel tradujeron esto.
Very funny! Will you not forget a slip of the tongue on that day?
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor
"Yay ... Good old Altavista gets another bang on then ... I had actually forgotten that one,
but seen as you have brought it up again ... Everbody, No complaints about MORNING
SICKNESS ... Ok ... Definately not the boys anyway. Nuff said."
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
'Ah, lazy Sunday morning... mr. Hoodlum, Markus, everybody... mug of coffee?'
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor
"That will be a jug of coffee I think ... Whats evereyone else having then ? I'll get the
breakfast gong. Doing lightly scrambled eggs complete with flash fried smoked salmon
slices, on wholemeal toast. Or for the philistines among you ... Bacon sarnies with
ketchup. You know where the rest is, so just help yourselves.
Someones sent out for the papers, shouldn't be to long now. Bit of that sweet soul music
on the box please Markus ... Geez, feels just like a Monday."
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."