eighth day alive.

[bandageshark]

Bunch'a new people, eh. Least I don't know any of 'em this time. Guess I oughtta welcome you.

But seriously, I gotta ask -- how many poor bastards are they gonna shove on this damn boat, eh? Sure, it's big enough, but I don't see the point of it or anything. Isn't any profit, everything's free... sheesh. Must be expensive to keep this thing running

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[psychoticracer]

One stop in five months. Never to pick up passengers, refuel, re-stock, any of that nonsense.

It could be done back home with warp gates, but it would be difficult.

At any rate. People from different dimensions, resurrection after death, laws of physics snapped like a twig, and you're worried about how they restock the buffet? Rather low on the list of impossible things to question around here.

[bandageshark]

... goddamn.

What the fuck is wrong with this boat?! Nothin' makes sense!

[psychoticracer]

Oh so you noticed that, did you.

[bandageshark]

It wasn't hard to.

[psychoticracer]

No. It wasn't.

[He now suspects Di Roy is from the Short Bus side of the boat.]

[bandageshark]

Are you makin' fun of me now or what? Geh. No need to be redundant.

[Di Roy isn't the brightest, but one could hardly call him Short Bus material. Recklessness and impulsiveness don't always infer complete stupidity, after all.]

[psychoticracer]

No, you're doing a stellar job of that all by yourself.

[Yes, but Di Roy's been here for how long? Erol thinks he's rather slow.]

[bandageshark]

... what? Oh, piss off.

[He's just oblivious~]

[psychoticracer]

Oh, fine, blame the messenger~