There is not much left. We have to act now or it will be too late to save anything.
I know. Where’s the captain?
He’s in the galley but he’s not alive.
What!?
He got a frying pan to the head. It’s not pretty.
Shit. It’s just you and me then, man. Who’s in charge? What rank are you? We’re both lieutenants aren’t we?
I got promoted last month.
O yeah. Congratulations.
Thanks. Fuck. I’m in charge. Shit. Okay, that’s fine. I knew this mission would be good for my career.
Yeah right. Donna’s parents will be cool about the two of you getting hitched when they know you have power.
Donna. Shit. We have to sort this out.
I know. We’re about to go critical.
No, you don’t understand. Before we shipped out Donna told me she was pregnant.
Yeah? Congratulations, man!
No, well, yes. Thanks. It is groovy. The only problem is that if she has a child outside of wedlock then the Family will take her.
Shit. I didn’t think.
Neither did I. She needs to get hit...
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