Well, that was a good cat-nap. Feasting upon too much feline always makes me drowsy. I appear to have slept through something, but it doesn’t seem to have been important. The Rumplicant had assured me that he had things square, and of course he came through bigly.
Get this, this motley crue is now giving each other nicknames. How…adrollable. I wonder if they would like mine? Probably not, but you will, my dear readers. I know you will. Let me know which ones you love the most on solar-media.
I admit, these space meese (speece) have some charms about them. Some are apparently as uninterested as I am in all the labor involved in collecting salvage. I wonder if he’s an undercover journo too?
Can you BELIEVE this come-on? I mean, for a serial-killing-cold-blooded-mecha-hearted-lizard-who-leaves-the-most-vulnerable-and-wonderful-life-forms(potatoes) -on-Mars–for-550-sols-with-THATGUY, you gotta admit this is a very tender-hearted flirt.
It was so saccharine, I eye-rolled harder than I EVER have. For once, I am not lying.
