Deep Space Disaster

“There’s a problem.”

“I know, I checked the stabilizer pods yesterday and they were running a little hot. I’ll look into it.”

“No, I mean a real problem.”

“Don’t tell me we’re leaking something?”

“No, Jeffrey, we’re out of milk.”

“Scheisse!”

“I didn’t drink any, I swear!”

“Where’s Lars?”

“I haven’t seen him since launch.”

“Find him.”

“Lars!”

“Oh, hey Ollie, you startled me. What’s up?”

“We’re entering the Oreo Nebula and somebody drank all the milk, that’s what’s up.”

“Oh. Wow. I mean, hmm. That sucks. Did you check with Jeffrey?”

“Of course I checked with Jeffrey, he’s only the bloody captain.”

“So you think I drank it.”

“I know you drank it.”

“Um. Okay, fine, you got me. I drank it.”

“Did you not see the flight plan? What do we ALWAYS do when we pass through here?”

“We have a cookie party, but…”

“And you thought this time would be any different from usual?”

“I didn’t realize—! I thought we had more.”

“Only that evaporated crap.”

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m taking you to the brig now.”

The End

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