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« on: January 02, 2014, 10:53:01 AM »
PBPB walked back into Sickbay after Fxeni departed.
"Tell me, Emma...was he in any condition to be flying that Arwing?" PBPB asked Emma.
"Don't be foolish. Of course he wasn't. I recommended bedrest for several days, as well as an appointment with whatever passes for a counselor aboard this station. Obviously my orders were ignored, yet again."
"I swear, he can be so thickheaded sometimes!" PBPB responded.
"Yes. With the platitudes of both your stubborn heads being so high, it's remarkable how well you two seem to work together!"
"...no really, remind me to ask PB why he programmed you this way..." PBPB remarked as she started walking out of sickbay.
"In any case, I'm sure I'll be seeing you two in here again." Emma stated as PBPB walked out the door.
The snarky [sonic slicer] is right though... she thought to herself. Fxeni and I really do work well together, despite our egos. Heh, maybe when we have some free time...sigh...free time. Lord only knows if and when that's gonna come about. For [tornado fang] sake, he went over to the SexStation to get a crew for a new [tornado fang]ing battleship. Meanwhile, I've got to get everything fixed here with ADA. The Fxescythe Hell is pretty much destroyed and...wait a minute. PB's in the hangar...
Meanwhile, back on the SexStation...
Just a few more modifications to finish and this should be ready to go. Zeta will be thrilled...kinda... PB slightly smiled to himself. Suddenly, a comm link opened up.
"YO. DICK-PB. COME IN DICK-PB!" PBPB yelled out at him.
"Yessssssss, how can I help you Tits-PB?" PB answered back sarcastically.
"Why the hell did you program Emma to be such a snarky little [sonic slicer]?" PBPB curiously asked PB.
"Aw come on, sis. That's classic doctor sarcasm right there. Besides, she's similar to the EMH model from Star Trek: Voyager...in terms of personality, not looks. Obviously."
"VOYAGER SUCKED!" PBPB yelled at him.
"Not all of it. Most of it, yes. But the Doctor was cool. One of the few good aspects of the sh...wait, is this really why you called?" PB asked.
"No no...actually it's Fxeni. He's heading over to the SexStation to get some kind of crew together for his newest Fxe-sex toy or whatever. Listen..he's not in good shape. Could you just make sure he doesn't push himself too hard?"
PB heard the concern in her voice. It wasn't something he heard from her often. "Yeah, sure thing Peebs."
Suddenly a security laser in the hangar shot a quick beam right near PB's crotch, missing it by just a little bit. "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT CALLING ME THAT?!" she screamed.
"...you know...maybe you should [speed burner] a little. Relieve the tension, so to speak..." PB said, looking at the burnt metal near his crotch.
"...also, his Fxescythe Hell was badly damaged in our last battle. He might need a new mobile suit." PBPB added.
"Hmmmm, I'll talk to him when he gets here. We might be able to work on something together." PB said. "I've been meaning to work on a new one myself. It helps pass the time while I...recover."
"Keep me posted. I've got work to do over here!" PBPB told him before signing off.
Yeah...I've got some work of my own to do soon... PB thought as he began finishing the modifications on Zeta's ship.
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