You were taking a flight through space, sitting at a table, when the captain walks out of the cockpit and decides to strike up a chat. You know I do have to ask, why were you trying to get off of Dasic? She leans on a table. I mean, I don’t usually ask, but you have a certain look to you, like you couldn’t be there for much longer or tragedy would strike. You don’t have to answer; I’m just asking. Oh, and the ship is on autopilot, so don’t worry about us crashing into something.
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