My god. Do wonders never cease?
And you people say I'm a complainer. Somehow, I think you'll survive a couple doors opening all by themselves and some complex computer bacterias or whatever.
Honestly, just be happy you aren't living on a crummy ship with crummy plumbing, crummy company, and even crummier food.
Now that that's that... I wanna know who sent
this hairball to my door. I expect some answers before I have to start shooting people.
[ooc; That's right, she's looking at all you Edward-informers. You know you missed Faye's bitching. I KNOW I MISSED YOU ALL.]