A day in the life of Lothar.
Okay, so like a day ago, I woke up. I know that sounds pretty normal but the weird part it I remembered it. Usually I just remember enough to start drinking. Anyway, I wake up, I can put to thoughts together and no one needs counseling. (No one ever need counseling a second time anyway) so I start to walk around the ship and I find a ton of messages on my communicator. Most of them were from Storvik, those were all (we have a new process for this or that, and a lot of new Starfleet regulations that we are not going to follow.) Some of the more interesting ones were from Mib_Kahn. Mostly because he hooked his tri-corder up so that it would record his “experiments” from inside his own brain. And a few were from the Captian. The last one was the order to start keeping these logs. Bastard.
So here I am. Talking to the ships computer, who ignores me, and then writing it down myself. We so need a new ships computer. All this one want to do is tell us we are not drinking tea. Who really cares?
Well, after me messages, I started walking around the ship looking for a little something to drink. The Captain has fused the door to the holodeck so no one can interrupt him with his “program”. I heard some noises that I would not care to repeat coming from that deck.
Storvik was corresponding with Starfleet and basically telling them to sod off in the most polite way he knew how. Which maily meant that he was telling them to “Sod Off”.
Mib_Kahn walked into the mess hall when I was there, called me Harriet the Queen of Lesser Antillies, took a bite out of a chair, and skipped down the hallway. I have got to party more with that guy. Lesser Antillies indeed.
So I started my search for some “Counseling Supplies” that I had stashed around the ship when I found “The Button”. Well, not so much found as sought out. They told me that pressing The Button would be bad, but they never said how bad. If fact, it wasn’t so bad at all. It is kind of a Repetitive Matter Re-Arranger. When you press the button it systematically rebuilds the universe exactly the same way it was when you pressed the button. I have come to believe that it is probably the single most useless device in the universe, no wonder it is on the Murgatroid.
So now I have found a case of really potent blue stuff. It is messing with my head pretty bad. I just hope it is not toilet cleaner….
So here I am. Talking to the ships computer, who ignores me, and then writing it down myself. We so need a new ships computer. All this one want to do is tell us we are not drinking tea. Who really cares?
Well, after me messages, I started walking around the ship looking for a little something to drink. The Captain has fused the door to the holodeck so no one can interrupt him with his “program”. I heard some noises that I would not care to repeat coming from that deck.
Storvik was corresponding with Starfleet and basically telling them to sod off in the most polite way he knew how. Which maily meant that he was telling them to “Sod Off”.
Mib_Kahn walked into the mess hall when I was there, called me Harriet the Queen of Lesser Antillies, took a bite out of a chair, and skipped down the hallway. I have got to party more with that guy. Lesser Antillies indeed.
So I started my search for some “Counseling Supplies” that I had stashed around the ship when I found “The Button”. Well, not so much found as sought out. They told me that pressing The Button would be bad, but they never said how bad. If fact, it wasn’t so bad at all. It is kind of a Repetitive Matter Re-Arranger. When you press the button it systematically rebuilds the universe exactly the same way it was when you pressed the button. I have come to believe that it is probably the single most useless device in the universe, no wonder it is on the Murgatroid.
So now I have found a case of really potent blue stuff. It is messing with my head pretty bad. I just hope it is not toilet cleaner….