Seymour + Jay "Captain Office"

Who: Seymour and Captain Jay Chrysler
Where: Captain's Office
When: Several days after they all got back to normal size
"Ahh, I remember this office well!" Seymour said as he walked proudly
around the room.
"Do you remember the paperwork?" Said Jay, frustratedly trying to find what he
wanted from underneath a mountain of A4 sheets.
Seymour ignored him, and continued being nostalgic. "When I was Captain, I had a
picture over there of the Space Corps' finest ship. The SCS Victoria." Seymour
sighed. "I wanted to go on and become the proud Captain of the Space Corp's
flagship. Look at me now though, Royal Ambassador to the Queen!"
Jay found the piece of paper he was looking for, screwed it up and threw it into
an overflowing paper bin. He grunted at Seymour, only half listening to the
Ambassador's ego trip.
Seymour leaned over the Captain's desk and pressed the intercom.
"Tiffany! Tea please. Early grey. Hot."
Jay stared up at Seymour. "Hold on. You do know that this is MY office now
right?"
"Of course." Seymour beamed. "But as I was saying, it used to be-"
"Yes I know it used to be yours, but it's mine now. And there has been two other
Captains since you were, so please leave my intercom alone."
Jay snapped.
"Oh my." Said Seymour. "We're touchy today aren't we?"
Jay sighed and leaned back in the chair, and let paperwork spill onto his lap.
"I'm sorry Seymour, but all this paperwork is mounting up. I didn't realise
being Captain was such smegging paperwork."
Seymour sat down opposite him. "Get someone else to do it." He said.
Jay shifted uncomfortably. "I can't.... really." He said. "It's my job. Everyone
else has their job, and this is mine. I just have to live with it."
"But you're the Captain!" Said Seymour. "Get any other lacky to do it."
He pointed to the door. "Out there in the Drive Room are at least ten people who
could do this."
"But it's not their job... they'll hate me for even asking." Jay said.
"So?" Seymour said. "You're the Captain! Watch this."
Seymour grabbed a wad of paperwork, then opened the office door and went outside
into the Drive room. He deposited the pile of paper onto the desk of Wolfgang
Sweetsly, right in front of him.
"Sheisse!" Said the German Health and Safety officer.
"Captain Chrysler wants you to do all this, and have it on his desk first thing
tomorrow!" Seymour ordered.
"But.... " Wolfgang argued. "Zat's not even my verk! Unt I'm going home in
fifteen minutes to get sausage!"
Seymour glared at him.
"Okay, okay. I vill do it." He said, and started on the paperwork. "Sausage vill
vait."
From the doorway to the Captain's office, Jay was looking disapprovingly.
"Seymour! That's not his job to do that. Everyone on this ship has their own
job, if I start giving everyone more responsibility it will really start to piss
people off. I don't want people to hate me."
Seymour shrugged. "And you have the most. You're just... distributing it
around."
Jay glanced at Wolfgang apologetically. The man shot him an evil look back.
"You're the boss." Said Seymour. "You can't be everyone's chum all the time.
When I was Captain, all the paperwork was done. Nice and neatly I might add, and
put in tidy little ring binders with those lovely colour coded divider sheets."
"Yes but everyone hated you because you made them work ridiculously hard." Said
Jay.
"True...." Said Seymour. "But they also hated Captain Calvert, who let everyone
slack off."
"Only because every so often he'd have a fit of rage and pull a gun on someone
for not doing something he never told them to do. The man was a nutcase!" Said
Jay. "All I want to do is be a good captain and do right by the crew. I'll get
stuff done, but not push people too hard."
"Can't be done." Said Seymour.
"I'll bet you it can." Said Jay. And the two shook on it.
<Tag Jay?>