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“Hold it right there. Holy half-hung Herpeton, who are you and what in the name of all that is vomitous happened to you?”
“Dispatch, this is Scavenger Tex Ass, callsign Tea, reporting from duty and standing by for fresh orders.”
“Copy that, Skullbucket Ass-Tea, you’re covered in doody and you need fresh drawers.”
“Negative! Well, affirmative, but that’s beside the point! Open the airlock for transfer.”
“Negatory, Ass-Tea, decontam is down and I’m afraid cold hard vacuum is all that stands between the star-shit covering your suit and our own battle-hardened nostrils, so you’re gonna have to suck it up and transfer at the aft solid-waste refinery dock.”
“Hey! That’s not even–”
“Next!”
“Great. Just great. Brown gut-gravy plugging the new holes in my suit, and nothing to show for it but 118 cans of Blue Raspberry ICEE syrup. Or whatever.”
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“Boss, sometimes even I roll snake-eyes.”
“Can I buy my way outta this yet?”
“Nawp. Not until they let you anywhere near the cashier kiosk. Try wafting over near the afterburners, maybe they can sear the shit off ya. But not too close.”
“Ain’t the engines shot?”
“Yeah, but not quite cold yet.”
“Why bother, Jones? This suit’s falling apart faster than my dignity.”
“Chin up, Boss. You got some scratch to spare. Let’s get you some exo-armor and send you out. Just don’t always be so eager to go charging up where the sun don’t shine. Or any other orifice where you haven’t been invited.”
“Sigh. Okay. Send me on Mission 4.”
“Boss, what about the caustic fumes?”
“My nostrils may never be able to smell again anyway. Couldn’t be worse than what I’ve already been through.”
“You’re breakin’ my heart, Tex. Let me get you a little treat as a bonus. Maybe some GLO will cheer you up.”
@Kassandra
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MISSION 4
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