Well, that was none too intelligent...but it was SO worth it...

[pyrospectacle]

It is official: I am the worse infiltrator ever; I got aboard Code Red's ship by crashing into the side of the hull, and I was arrested and got landed straight into their brig without a moment's notice. Oh, it is a very, very good thing that FireWire is not with me now...he would blow every last one of his circuits had he saw just what a mess I had

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[pyrospectacle]

[delighted] Oh, how was it? Was it too difficult to eat, was the custard too stiff to use a spoon for? [slightly worried] It hasn't spoiled already, has it? Well? Speak up, now. This feedback is crucial to any of my future attempts to--wait, what about my bookfiles now? *very quick memory-recap* I'll get to have them back? Yay! That's fantastic, and provided the opinion on my cooking skills is a positive and favorable one...well, then, that will just make my day right there!

[knew this was coming] Oh, and there is really no need at all to worry about my VERY obvious infatuation with Code Red; your Security Chief is a very talented femme who knows far better than to let anything get between her work and herself. She's got far more sense than that to ever let her judgement suffer as a result of anything, much less the loving attentions pertaining to my being her fervent admirer. [is completely serious] Besides, if nothing else, I consider myself a fine upstanding gentlemech, and may I be damned to suffer like nothing else for eternity and then some should I ever even consider harming even a paint chip off of Code Red. [curiously] Now, whyever did you feel the need to ask?