*static fades to a balcony on the upper floors of the Mirage Tower, Planet Manhattan*
*A man in a faded blue check shirt & brown stetson appears, leaning on the rail, bourbon in hand*
Mr President,
I'm glad y'all approve of my report, and yes, I do take a certain amount'a pride. After all, a job half-done is not done at all. I'll make it a point to submit future surveys in a similar fashion.
I'd also like to accept your generous offer of acting as head'a department for the time being, so long as it ain't a desk job. I came out'a early retirement to float in the black, not sit in a board room; nice as yours evidently is.
*tips hat*
I'll be waitin' for your paperwork to appear on my screens. In the mean-while, I'll be filling out star charts. Feel free to use my pri'ority channel if you have an official mission for me.
*turns to end transmission*
Oh, an' one more thing, Boss. Seeing as how I'll be flying out of the corporate hanger from now on, I'll need a security pass for my engineer, Mack. He's a Bretonian expat, but don't hold that against 'im. He's been my mechanic an' fusion systems specialist for many a year. He's itching to give that grand 'lil Arrow a once-ov'r.
Drake out.
Drake Forsythe
Pilot
Deep Space Engineering | Exploration Division
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