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[ricksybusiness]

Who: Rick Sanchez
Broadcast: fleetwide text post
Action: marsiva
When: right the heck now

SELECT * FROM passengers;

SELECT * FROM marsiva;

SELECT * FROM gromflomites;

SELECT * FROM galacticfederation;

SELECT * FROM gromflomite;

SELECT * FROM stupidfuckingbugs;

SELECT * FROM atroma;

SELECT * FROM atroma
WHERE species LIKE 'gromflomite';

SELECT * FROM atroma
WHERE loyalty LIKE 'galacticfederation';

SELECT * FROM atroma
WHERE audience LIKE 'galacticfederation';

sdlkjsdsd

- - MARSIVA - -
[Rick woke up, realized he wasn't where he was a second ago -- the breakfast table -- and immediately found a terminal. No brainwave jammer. Not good. Without knowing exactly where he is in terms of Federation space, he could be very actively screwed.

The terminal doesn't seem to be cooperating a lot, actually, so Rick throws it across the room (it's hand-sized, which makes for convenient throwing), then stoops to pick it up. He's fiddling with it as he walks around, scowling, not really paying attention to where he's going.]

Comments

[ricksybusiness]

that sounds really specific

[onlyanapple]

That's because it is. Last place I was stuck at was a soul eating castle.
Or emotions eating castle, I suppose, in my case.

[ricksybusiness]

right on, souls don't exist

[onlyanapple]

Not in demons, no. Humans? Most definitely.

[ricksybusiness]

jesus christ
how do i hang up on you

[onlyanapple]

Can you ever really hang up on someone?

[ricksybusiness]

let's test that hypothesis

[DISCONNECTS.]

[onlyanapple]

[BYE RICK, HE HARDLY KNEW YE. ]