"Sophie! Where's my clean Robe?. I can't wear a bloody loincloth to Brakelatabasaasta's Wedding!"
*Calm down, Boss! Did you think to look in the closet? That's usually where clean clothes are kept. Unless Lev borrowed it and forgot to have it cleaned..*
"Mmmph. Well, prep the Colonics, just in case these storms abate. I hate the thought of taking a bloody Armored Shuttle; but I will if I have to.
Mal sat at his media console, and started rummaging through his old music files. He hated Sirian contemporary music. Most of it sounded like a moose trying to mate with a bagpipe.
"Ahh.. here's a good prelude tune.. A bit more Texas than New York, but it seems to fit the happy occassion.."