Sunday, November 20, 2095
11:56 pm
On the fourth planet in the Praxia System
WU: Whew, that was a close call.
S: And whose fault was that?
WU: Hey now, landing a ship takes a crew. No one person is to blame, and anyway...
S: [eye roll] Oh sure. No one's to blame when it's your fault.
RP: Soooo, captain, is it the “crew's” fault for the blown FP-6200?
WU: Red, shut it.
S: Don't talk to him like that.
RP: What she said.
S: The “crew” ain't paying to fix the power generator. [points finger] That's coming out of your pocket.
WU: Again, I'm the captain and what I say is the final rule on this ship.
S: Oh, is it “our” ship, now?
WU: Well, no. Well, you're all very much loved. You know, I need you all and everything. But, I mean, I paid for the ship and I'm paying you — well most of you, anyway — wages. And I procured this myself.
RP: So...your ship, your problem!
WU: Shimatta! %!%$?%@! [pointing fingers] Temae....!
RP: ...
S: ...
— The Warubozu Usagi