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[So in the last week, Tan has Admitted Things to Herz, gone shooting (okay, he's not amazing, but he can hit his targets okay), and screwed around with the ship's doctor (no, not the robot. Egad.). All in all, birds aside, things are going okay for him at the moment, so he's just going to sit in Sergei's (since he's allowed in here again and all) and pick through bottles of alcohol until he finds one that doesn't takes like Twinkies.
Or peas.
Or carrot cake--that one was weird.
Or peas.
Or carrot cake--that one was weird.