Blast it!
Ah, blast it all! I would have ta go an' leave me list of contacts back on the Legacy! I've been huntin' high and low fer it for t'ree days now (as high and as low as you can get on a longboat) an' it's only jis' now come ta me that that's where I left it. All I've got is the cap'in's damned flag and a handful of drubloons ta see me t'rough!
If I don't get that book, t'ere's no chance of me gettin' away from the armada o' RoboCops Cap'n Trigger-Happy'llve no doubt set up on me! It's got me lis' of owed favours and friendly lie-lows, not to mention names an' dates that'll have us all away if it's not found!
BLAST IT!
I s'ppose I'd be all the better not t'inking about it, I can feel t'e vein in my head throbbin' already.
I decided to start up a journal, not jus' ta keep me busy on these here lonely nights (t'em little cheeky blobs remind me of me Morphy, bless his protoplasmic soul), but 'cause me doctor recommended I try some "stress relievin' activities. Now, I don't know what he had in mind but I t'ought t'is might help. Me high blood pressure's not doin' wonders for me cyborg implants - they've been downright snarkey lately. T'ough, that could be related ta my being stabbed in the leg, but best not t'ink about that either.
Ah, it's no use. I have ta go back for t'e book before I can get a minute's peace!
An' besides, I never tol' ol' Jimbo about Morphy's strict diet. Can't have him havin' indigestion on a strange planet now, can we?
If I don't get that book, t'ere's no chance of me gettin' away from the armada o' RoboCops Cap'n Trigger-Happy'llve no doubt set up on me! It's got me lis' of owed favours and friendly lie-lows, not to mention names an' dates that'll have us all away if it's not found!
BLAST IT!
I s'ppose I'd be all the better not t'inking about it, I can feel t'e vein in my head throbbin' already.
I decided to start up a journal, not jus' ta keep me busy on these here lonely nights (t'em little cheeky blobs remind me of me Morphy, bless his protoplasmic soul), but 'cause me doctor recommended I try some "stress relievin' activities. Now, I don't know what he had in mind but I t'ought t'is might help. Me high blood pressure's not doin' wonders for me cyborg implants - they've been downright snarkey lately. T'ough, that could be related ta my being stabbed in the leg, but best not t'ink about that either.
Ah, it's no use. I have ta go back for t'e book before I can get a minute's peace!
An' besides, I never tol' ol' Jimbo about Morphy's strict diet. Can't have him havin' indigestion on a strange planet now, can we?