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[h_hollister]

Party.

Parrot's Bar.

Twenty o'clock.

Be there in costume or I break your collective fibulas. (Unless you're under the age of 18, then you just get a harsh look.)

Which reminds me. Behave around the kid everybody or I'll break your collective tibulas. Starscream this means you.

Comments

[deliveryboyfry]

Ooooooh man what a night. It's like there's a party in my mouth but everyone's throwing up...

Um...if there's anyone who can provide me with the photos so that I can remember what the Hoth happened, that would be awesome.

[h_hollister]

...Dude, that wasn't the party, that was just you being drunk.

[deliveryboyfry]

Ahhh crud. Not again...

Y'know - if you ever wanna enjoy a bit more of a private party, I'm sure me, a six pack of beer and my bunk would be free for you. If you know what I'm sayin'?

[h_hollister]

Look, firecrotch, I'm a married woman. And even if I wasn't, y'ain't my type. Nice try tho.

[deliveryboyfry]

Meh. No biggie. [He's so used to getting rejected, he's not even that bothered any more.] Hopefully you're at least still a drinker though - nobody on this ship apart from that Lister guy likes a beer. The Captain hasn't banned fun, has he?

And how come everyone on this ship is married?! It's like it's some kinda married....club....ship.

[h_hollister]

Who, Rimmer? Oh, honey, he had his sense of humor surgically removed when he was 14. They took it out with his tonsils.

And I dunnow. It's like The Love Boat, only in deep space and with less cocaine and Gavin MacLeod.