Sometimes, I dream about cheese.
Posted by: Vien Quitonmee
Posted by: deadlyfluffball
*Walks down the hallway leading to the cracker/weapons room*
You know, you don't have to call me master. We space men don't condone slavery, unless it is an obvious lesser species like the moon men. Those moon bastards what with their rocks and such.
*goes in cracker/weapons room*
This table seems sturdy enough, hop up.*I hoist myself onto the large, metal table and sits on the end.*
For how long have you been...tracking me down?
What do you mean tracking you down? You came onto my ship speaking your alien language this time.
Anyway, ready for some....boarding action?