Spit Spot

[Guest Mary Major]

"Computer, dear, take notes. Make it a personal log,

I dont knw if I want anyne else to read this.

 

I am jst angry beyond explaination! There I was havng

a nice talk with our Captain about the crew membrs

togethrness and unified desire to help him succeed.

Meanwhile, the Commanders of Science and Engineerng

are tossng about the floor of the engine room in a

spiteful brawl! How can a body attempt to explain

unity ovr the spray and noise of a bloody battle?

Co-workr confidence, indeed! Im so angry, I could jst

spit!

 

Indeed, I thnk I did. While scanning the Commander

Farron, I was so troubld as to give her a piece of my

mind. Having been so workd up, I believe I sprayd

when I spoke. Most embarrassng, no doubt, to be doing

such ovr a Commander. If the spraying wont get me

court martialed, the third degree imposition will.

 

Maybe Im too old and set in my ways to wrk onboard a

starship. I sent in an application to the academy and

they acceptd. Then, they put me here on this

Manticore. What were we thinkng?

 

Stop recordng, Computer dear. Im going for a jaunt."