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Lt Malcolm Reed: The Bugger Files:
I am bored.
I am so sodding bored I might actually colour-code my wardrobe.
That's not a bad idea actually.........no, save that for later.
It wouldn't be so bad, Trip is on sick leave too due to the electric wire incident, but he's not talking to me.
I don't know why.
All I did was laugh at him and leave him with Phlox.
He would've done the same thing.
Yeah. Definitely.
I reckon being bored is a fine art, not many people can be as bored as me and be good at it.
Maybe I should talk to Trip.
No, I have a better idea.............
No wait I don't.
Damn!
I went to the mess hall earlier; I was actually just in casual stuff. There's a horrible feeling of being completely on the outside when everyone looks the same but you look different.
Had a lot of people coming up to me and saying they hoped I felt better soon. Mostly women come to think of it.
I was beginning to think that maybe hobbling about on crutches and wheezing like an old man wasn't so bad when people started offering to do stuff for me. All very embarrassing of course. Looked like a tomato with brown hair by the time they left me alone.
Then Hoshi appeared and sat down beside me.
I naturally was startled, so I accidentally slammed my fist down on the table which unfortunately hit the spoon which was unfortunately in a bowl of soup at the time which then pinged at sixty miles and hour towards Trip who had come up behind me and coated him in a thick layer of tomato soup.
Needless to say-the shit hit the fan.
So Trip left the room and Hoshi burst out laughing.
Still couldn't say anything except a few vowel sounds.
Stupid Trip. Stupid Soup. Stupid Fucking aliens.
Also had a check-up with Phlox today.
I swear he enjoys putting people in severe pain-he wanted to put some slimy slug thing in the 'hole' in my chest and leg.
I told him he could stick it where the sun don't shine.
His response: "That's where it needs to go."
OH SHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!
It was a case of: FUCK OFF YOU CREEPY ALIEN PERVERTED SADISTIC BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The rest of the day was spent with me:
Cleaning bog.
Picking fuzz off my blanket.
Reading through Armoury reports
Re-reading Armoury reports
Re-reading the Armoury reports again.
Tidying quarters.
Reading a book.
Throwing book away in disgust after realising I solved the mystery before the detective in the story did.
On Tomorrows agenda is:
Do absolutely sod all.
Fan-bloody-tastic.
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Lt Malcolm Reed: The Bugger Files:
I am bored.
I am so sodding bored I might actually colour-code my wardrobe.
That's not a bad idea actually.........no, save that for later.
It wouldn't be so bad, Trip is on sick leave too due to the electric wire incident, but he's not talking to me.
I don't know why.
All I did was laugh at him and leave him with Phlox.
He would've done the same thing.
Yeah. Definitely.
I reckon being bored is a fine art, not many people can be as bored as me and be good at it.
Maybe I should talk to Trip.
No, I have a better idea.............
No wait I don't.
Damn!
I went to the mess hall earlier; I was actually just in casual stuff. There's a horrible feeling of being completely on the outside when everyone looks the same but you look different.
Had a lot of people coming up to me and saying they hoped I felt better soon. Mostly women come to think of it.
I was beginning to think that maybe hobbling about on crutches and wheezing like an old man wasn't so bad when people started offering to do stuff for me. All very embarrassing of course. Looked like a tomato with brown hair by the time they left me alone.
Then Hoshi appeared and sat down beside me.
I naturally was startled, so I accidentally slammed my fist down on the table which unfortunately hit the spoon which was unfortunately in a bowl of soup at the time which then pinged at sixty miles and hour towards Trip who had come up behind me and coated him in a thick layer of tomato soup.
Needless to say-the shit hit the fan.
So Trip left the room and Hoshi burst out laughing.
Still couldn't say anything except a few vowel sounds.
Stupid Trip. Stupid Soup. Stupid Fucking aliens.
Also had a check-up with Phlox today.
I swear he enjoys putting people in severe pain-he wanted to put some slimy slug thing in the 'hole' in my chest and leg.
I told him he could stick it where the sun don't shine.
His response: "That's where it needs to go."
OH SHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!
It was a case of: FUCK OFF YOU CREEPY ALIEN PERVERTED SADISTIC BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The rest of the day was spent with me:
Cleaning bog.
Picking fuzz off my blanket.
Reading through Armoury reports
Re-reading Armoury reports
Re-reading the Armoury reports again.
Tidying quarters.
Reading a book.
Throwing book away in disgust after realising I solved the mystery before the detective in the story did.
On Tomorrows agenda is:
Do absolutely sod all.
Fan-bloody-tastic.
~*~Please review!~*~
