Where would you like to eat?
godrifle
Join Date: 2006-12-01 Member: 58815Members
Join Date: 2006-12-01 Member: 58815Members
Let's say you've got a date later tonight. Oh, with a girl named Jenny (or Jake if you'd prefer). You've just been transferred to this big rock, so you've been doing a lot of mining work. Earlier today however, you got chewed out over at the repair room because you handled the manipulator a little too carelessly, and as a result you had to print a new batch of tools and spend a lot of overtime to stay on schedule. So you're late for your date. That's okay, you tell yourself, if she can't handle the fact that you're a working man, maybe it won't work out anyways. You've got an honest excuse anyways. You finally get there. The cafeteria's shared by everyone here, but at least the big orange view is nice. You find the last table, the last spot. At least there is a spot, you think to yourself. You pull the chair out for Jenny, being the chivalrous man you are. She sits down.
"I just got chewed out over at the Repair Room. So how was your day?", you ask.
Jenny looks at you frustratedly. She's trying, you can tell, because she's got this hardened smile and she's squinting for some reason.
"What? I can't hear you. There's this big extractor next to me. It makes all this noise and it's all rusted. Did we really have to eat here?!"
And why do we have these extractors here? In the cafeteria of all places. I heard that just the other day, someone took the Onos skull off the wall, put it over his face, and proceeded to ram the extractor in the front of the bar. He was drunk of course, but what else happens around here? Can standards be any more strict? To have an extractor at a bar, at an area where frustrated and docked workers throw their drinks around?
(starts an expedition up Mount Crevice)
"I just got chewed out over at the Repair Room. So how was your day?", you ask.
Jenny looks at you frustratedly. She's trying, you can tell, because she's got this hardened smile and she's squinting for some reason.
"What? I can't hear you. There's this big extractor next to me. It makes all this noise and it's all rusted. Did we really have to eat here?!"
And why do we have these extractors here? In the cafeteria of all places. I heard that just the other day, someone took the Onos skull off the wall, put it over his face, and proceeded to ram the extractor in the front of the bar. He was drunk of course, but what else happens around here? Can standards be any more strict? To have an extractor at a bar, at an area where frustrated and docked workers throw their drinks around?
(starts an expedition up Mount Crevice)
Comments
Thanks, I wasn't high when I wrote it either.