Morning Team. Today's exercise is to execute a rescue mission within the ship. This will test your knowledge of the ship & your ability to work under pressure. The victim will be played by Commander Tucker, seeing as he's the one we have to rescue most of the time anyway.
Message from Aunt Sherry: "Malcolm! Mally wally wolly walcolm! How re yu dear boy? Mary an I R out for r Yule dinks in Portsmuf. Yore such a gud boy u silly sossige. Got 2 go, Mary has got the shots inQ!"
Oh good heavens.
Flabbergasted! As a prank, SOMEONE, has filled the aft torpedo tube with cuddly toys. So when the captain ordered me to fire on an aggressor, the whole bridge looked on in horror as unicorn, bear and badger toys bounced off the bow of the other ship.
The. Horror.
All the recent birthday wishes have been most appreciated. I missed the big day itself as I was in a coma. A gelatinous blob invaded the ship, demanding Trip marry their daughter after he put his hand in her goo.
I was taken out defending him.
I'm getting rather fed up of this
Injured my knee whilst chasing an escaped vampiric hamster around the ship. Phlox found it on Catticus Prime a while back and decided to keep it.
Damn it's eyes! Damn it's britches!