Well, you won't believe this.
My stupid cOUSIN pulled up in the shuttle about three hours ago, and guess what he brought.
A bunch of Russian sailors.
No kidding. Like about 30 of 'em. He's got this area on Deck 14 all set up and they are all sitting down there eating. They think Deck 14 is gigantic, so I guess they are used to cramped spaces. They asked for fruit, steak, and vodka. We didn't have any vodka, so they are drinking ice water. One of them is a cook, so it worked out OK. Their main complaint is that Deck 14 is a No Smoking area. They don't have any cigarettes anyway, so it doesn't matter.
I asked my cOUSIN what The Plan was for these guys, and he said that they were a little down right now because a few of their buddies got blown up in an accident, but these guys are cool, and they are going to work on the spacecraft for a while.
Doing what, I don't know and I'm not axing.
Curiously, they didn't seem too freaked out about going into space with a giant flying reptile. One of them said, "If you're hungry, you'll eat whatever is on the table." Whatever that means.
My cOUSIN says that these guys call themselves bubbleheads, so that makes them "real cool". When I translated that into Russian, they just about died laughing for some reason.
Not Flargg says he likes them, and Sid says they should stay, so what the heck, I'll go along with it. I guess we can drop them off somewhere when we leave. |
