My thanks for the promotion admiral Hale. I'll try to cut down on the liquor, weed, brothel visits and strippoker sesions. And I guess the shrink did his job a bit too well; at first I stuttered, now I seem to be speaking my mind too often...
So I guess I apologise to commodore Robinson for calling her a misirable old batt.
With regards to the prototype weapons, none for me. I prefer the trusty liberty engineered Hammers.
Now, time to celebrate this promotion with <strike>some booze, weed and ho's</strike> a spiritual journey into the soul to attain the ultimate form of self reflection.