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[_foster_]

Decon.

Oh dear god, just shoot me now.

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[_travis_]

*shoots Foster*

[_foster_]

Hey...what are ya...flyin' by the seat of yer pants, there, as usual? Hah!

[ethannova]

you really shouldn't ask for it like that Foster, mate. There are plenty people around who'll happily oblige... And I think Trav is at the top of the list there...

[_foster_]

Eat dirt. And I'll be happy to help ya...

[ethannova]

purple dirt? tried it... not so tasty... you want some?

[_travis_]

>:[

[_foster_]

In yer dreams, leaf-boy.

Tell yer little band o' merry men-wannabes that anytime you wanna go one-on-one with me, feel free. Although I bet you come as a boxed set. On second thought, I don't think you come at all.

Tell 'Trav' to say hi to the Captain's chair.

[ethannova]

::squints at Foster::

Come? Sorry mate, you're not my type. Surprising, since I work a lot with dirt... but I prefer to keep it out of my personal life.

[_foster_]

*snicker* What personal life? Sorry, no info here.

[ethannova]

I have a very rich personal life. But let me guess... you're so dedicated to your work, just like your boss, that you just don't have time to hang with your friends... or wait... what friends would those be?

[_foster_]

Ooooo...I don't think yer other 'boyfriends' would take kindly to yer invokin' Da Lootenant(tm)'s name in comparison to me, ya know. From what I hear, they're both a little sweet on him. Like a lotta people around here...

[ethannova]

uh.... so? this isn't exactly news...

[_foster_]

What they did on the planet is news...

[ethannova]

::clears throat:: and you're not supposed to gossip, right? I mean, that's what the black eye was for... right?

[_foster_]

::stops::

::mumbles::

fucker

[ethannova]

::watches as foster closes mouth::

You just remember that. I'd hate to see the Captain beat you up again...

Now... what was it you were saying about decon?