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I am seriously beginning to think that we need some sort of anger-management/therpy sessions on this damn ship.
Plus someone (anyone. I'm even willing to let Cliff do this! I am that fed-up.) needs to fit this thing with sound-proof walls.
I am getting very tired of having to chivvy Peppita over to the other side of the ship whenever Albel and Fayt decide they're bored.
...And where the fuck are those fucking headache tablets?!?!?!
Plus someone (anyone. I'm even willing to let Cliff do this! I am that fed-up.) needs to fit this thing with sound-proof walls.
I am getting very tired of having to chivvy Peppita over to the other side of the ship whenever Albel and Fayt decide they're bored.
...And where the fuck are those fucking headache tablets?!?!?!