matt: ...the vaseline is for later when the curry comes out - it's already going to cause intestinal discomfort...i don't need to be feeling like i've shoved a piece of lava up my TRIBBLE too
matt: it's gotta be a recent pregnancy, because i didn't smell anything - so none of the hormonal or chemical changes have occurred yet...oh, diana that burns...*he gulps another full glass down in a few large gulps*
*matt is currently slurping his way through an industrial size bowl of spicy curry, taking the occasional break to moan in pain and quaff entire glasses of milk*
*matt drops an undoubtedly disoriented krystal in an empty seat and beelines to the replicator and proceeds to, as usual, order enough indian curry to feed an entire school classroom, teacher included* marrok: this is the first time you've ever brought up colorblindness since i arrived here
*marrok pauses mid-lap and slowly lifts his muzzle, the entire front part covered with liquid choccy milk* ...what? matt: one of these days, i'm going to take that damn gauntlet and bury it like a bone
(but when did she get on the shuttle? i don't remember her getting on the shuttle and i also don't remember her saying anything the entire trip) *marrok grabs the mug and dips his tongue into it, lapping up the liquid all dog-like* matt: yay! let's go eat *he grabs krystal and tugs her down the corridor at wily e. coyote…
they always increase the hard limit whenever they add a free character slot for whatever reason (which has mostly been for accompanying recruitment events, to make sure everyone can experience those events)
(seriously? there are literally thousands of things just on earth alone that have claws, several of which are mythological and could possibly cause wounds that can't be healed by any means - why would you immediately assume vampire or werewolf?)
well, ships did that all the time in the show, despite it actually being a really stupid and dangerous thing, and if true cloaking ever becomes a thing in real life, you can bet that TRIBBLE won't happen in any space navy unless as a last resort
who, krall? *matt asks distractedly* no...and i hope no one ever does - though someone really ought to go deal with him...but that's going to be risky given the region of space he's located in, and with an extra century plus of time to have built up his forces plus that bioweapon, nothing short of an entire task force is…
*matt facepaws* a sovereign class has sixteen beam arrays - six-TRIBBLE-TEEN! that's sixteen different targets you can be firing guaranteed one-hit kills against every few seconds compared to however many emitters THIS ship has which i know is nowhere near that amount...do you even KNOW how the enterprise belonging to this…
matt: i certainly hope so, because if they had arrived BEFORE we left (and they did - alex even pointed it out) and you still brought this relic instead of her, i'd have to question what you were smoking, deciding to take a ship armed with relativistic - and thus highly inaccurate - pulse weapons over a ship with…
*the pair of wolfmen from earlier also file in with the rest of the station's security, weapons drawn and frames tense as they take up position with the rest of security, and manage to get a prime view of the following several actions* matt: TRIBBLE dumbass...anyway *he turns to krystal* i can't promise the shuttle will be…
matt: *reaches over and smacks nick upside the head* just tell the entire TRIBBLE universe while you're at it! 'father of special forces' my furry TRIBBLE...clearly you weren't the one who came up with the 'LOOSE LIPS SINK SHIPS' rule!
no it doesn't; inflation is caused when a currency is generated faster than it can be gotten rid of - selling anything on the exchange doesn't generate EC, it just moves it from one player to another it WOULD however crash key prices because of the sudden influx of keys if people were actually willing to sell them...or…
matt: no, but i can harness the power of the outback *the sandal swings around and biffs nick in the back of the head, at which point matt laughs and then turns to krystal* so, we were headed for the mess hall to grab mexican...and i may need to borrow a shuttle at some indeterminate point in the future