No, I don't own Mass Effect. Bioware does. But they're doing an extremely good job, don't you think?
"For the last time, no, it can't stay here Shepard." sighed Miranda. "Well too bad. "replied Shepard."I'm the commander of this ship." "And what I
say goes." She crossed her arms and stood firm, finalizing her statement. "It is a menace!" she snapped."It destroyed the cargo hold, chewed
through half our food supply, excited Grunt so much we had to have Zaeed AND Jack hold him down long enough to calm him down, and if an
extra large, pubescent, raging krogan weren't enough, it decided that the best place to use the bathroom was the engine room!" Shepard stared,
gaping at Miranda's outburst. "Okay, geez!" "You didn't have to bite my head off!" Shepard sat at the mess table and sulked. Begrudgingly, she
spoke, "Joker, set a course for Tuchanka." "SOMEONE wants the only thing to talk to on this ship gone from my sad, lonely life!" She said, looking
pointedly at Miranda, who only replied," This is a military ship, NOT a playground." Shepard glared back, silently cursing her with obscenities so
profound, it would make the even the best of sailors blush. "You're just mad he puked up our food all over your clothes." She murmured. "What
was that!" Miranda screamed. "You heard me." Shepard said, walking away.
Later
"Goodbye, Munchatron, have fun with all the other bloodthirsty varren!" Shepard cried, waving as the shuttle took off. "Look at it this way
commander," Garrus spoke, "now you can focus on your fish." ". . . . " "My what?"