198. Apologies.

[thegooddrjones]

Apparently when there was the mass exodus from the infirmary, I'd left my journal there and have been trapped in my cabin ever since. I'm back in the infirmary now, obviously.

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[worstsongever]

I'm here. Kind of shocked to be alive and here, but...here. Oh my God we were just floating through space.

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[worstsongever]

Yeah, but they're legit.

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[thegooddrjones]

And can be vile. I suggest having a guide. And not letting them pick them for you.

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[worstsongever]

You mean a kindhearted guide who hates playing dirty tricks on you, right?

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[thegooddrjones]

It's recommended and not some git who thinks it's funny when you find one that tastes of salt.

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[worstsongever]

Who gave you a salt bean?

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[thegooddrjones]

Sev.

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[worstsongever]

Oh, ouch. Tell him that's grounds for divorce.

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[thegooddrjones]

I'm pretty certain he knows that I was unhappy with him.

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[worstsongever]

Only pretty certain?

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[thegooddrjones]

I got a bit shouty.

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[worstsongever]

Then that's fair warning in my book.

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[thegooddrjones]

I thought so. You'd be amazed how well I can shout.

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[worstsongever]

I believe you, but I also don't think I want to experience it first hand.

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[thegooddrjones]

It can be a bit shrill.

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[worstsongever]

Yeah, I'll stay way over here, then.