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[mistercocks]

Two quick questions.

Numero uno: how many of us have been off this tin can? Not like, ever, that would be a pretty stupid question. Just since we got landed here, I mean. Can we get a show of hands?

Dos: any folks who have, description? Did you have to get your big bubble helmets on and walk around with a tube leading back here for air, or what? And please, please, tell me that there's like... A space mall, or something. I don't see the point in leaving your home planet unless you can get tacky souvenirs out of the deal. Space souvenirs. Like... Space snow globes.

Or space burritos, at the space food court.

Why does everything sound better when you put 'space' in front of it?

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[mistercocks]

What, problem? [his eyes actually flick up at this, amused.] Yeah, I have a huge personal problem with your love handles.

[mistermanther]

No, I mean, not like -- like a big problem, just, do you not like it?

[mistercocks]

Hagan, of the long, long list of things I dislike about you, an extra pinch of baby fat is not my biggest concern.

[mistermanther]

[ANTAGONISTIC IT IS]

Okay, so -- forgive my curiosity, what IS the biggest?

[mistercocks]

[without missing a beat] The fact that you take my list of complaints seriously.

[mistermanther]

-- Vreille! [the sound of footsteps as Hagan trots over to try to tickle him.]

[mistercocks]

What? What-- no! No no nonono that's cheating, you can't-- [he devolves into strained gurgling noises, flopping around helplessly on the chair until he accidentally drops the comm. and sits on it.]