Schnappy Schnaps
Be afraid, be very afraid. There's a Spider-Man on the loose. He has a camera and he's not afraid to catch you without your make-up on.
Why hadn't he thought of this before? He swings all across the ship, from city to obs deck, pod caverns to medbay, snapping anything and everything that looks vaguely photogenic.
"Aw man, Jolly Jonah's gonna be paying my bills for years!" he chatters to himself exuberantly, "Waitasec! Screw Jameson, I'm National Geographic now, baby! Do the NG guys get dental?"
He snaps the almighty panoramic of the bleed from the obs viewplate, "Maybe a book. I can write. Can I? I don't know, maybe. It doesn't look that difficult. They have word processors, right? I'm gonna need an agent..."
If you can hear him, run.
Why hadn't he thought of this before? He swings all across the ship, from city to obs deck, pod caverns to medbay, snapping anything and everything that looks vaguely photogenic.
"Aw man, Jolly Jonah's gonna be paying my bills for years!" he chatters to himself exuberantly, "Waitasec! Screw Jameson, I'm National Geographic now, baby! Do the NG guys get dental?"
He snaps the almighty panoramic of the bleed from the obs viewplate, "Maybe a book. I can write. Can I? I don't know, maybe. It doesn't look that difficult. They have word processors, right? I'm gonna need an agent..."
If you can hear him, run.