Commander John Crichton (
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milliways_bar2006-11-12 12:27 pm
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John was in the bar, sitting at a booth, legs propped up on the table. He? Was in a very good mood. He had a cup of coffee, and a stack of blueberry pancakes and a woman he loved in his bed upstairs and life was just nice.
He was very botherable.
He was very botherable.
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You can't have a nice life without cookies.
You just can't.
Mike can prove it with SCIENCE!
"Cookie?"
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He looks down at his plate, and frowns.
"Not on this tray. Hold on, gimme a sec."
Mike returns to the pile o' cookies on Bar's top, and can be heard mumbling, know i put them over here somewhere...
"Ah HAH! Got'em. Look sharp! HUP!"
Anyone who has spent enough time around the Brothers Green would know that HUP! means something is coming straight for your head.
If that isn't enough of a heads up, well then the cookies that come flying straight for John's head might be a good indication.
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On his way he happens to snag a napkin.
"Got a pen?"
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On the napkin he writes:
Vision assessment: Full Marks
Cleared to operate heavy machinery.
Then he slides both the napkin and the pen across the table and over to John.
It should be noted that he's fighting back giggles the whole time.
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Mike snags another napkin, and hands it over to John.
"You're a...don't tell me now... human?"
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She can afford a detour.
"You're looking awfully pleased with yourself," she says with no preamble, eyebrow raised.
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Amazing how much he depends on her.
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Plourr could go find the source and get the story out of her.
However, she knows how hard it is to get personal information out of Aeryn.
Thus, John now has a princess looking at him with keen interest. "Yeah?" she asks, eyebrows firmly raised. "She finally talked to you?"
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Then it faltered. "Of course, I still have to leave."
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He has to go die.
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Time Ends.
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