That blind, cretinous, fume-sniffing, lobby-swilling, half-cooked goo-for-brains of a crane operator couldn't see the bright orange work suit I was wearing specifically so that spanner hands up there in the box would NOT crush me with a barrel of regocrete hardner. That wasn't exactly high on my list of desires today. Utilees laezyouh, fis'cheve
Woke up in sick bay with a broke pin thinking - I gotta get off the docks and ship out to the stars. Maybe my own boat. Captain Tsikhanouskaya... I like the sound of that.
ooh, got plenty time here to think of a name
The Apotheosis of Lü Dongbin?
In our Segment of Direst Need, He Xiangu Appeared Unlooked For?
Liberté, égalité, sororité?
If I ever find my lonesome with a Mantis, I think Theological Exposition would be appropriate, but they're so over-priced for what they are, I don't think I've seen one on the docks before. You've gotta have more credits than brains or be in a tight spot not to save up and get the Razorback.
Well ... If I ever figure out which clone-blank it was, I'll help that vat fungus to a fresh breath of vacuum, I swear I will.