Down time

Dirk loaded the recon drone into the starbug as Major Harris had requested.
With it secured in the hold, Dirk went back to his place in the science
department. There was nothing left to do until he got more orders. He had done
as he was asked and was bored after completing it.
After half an hour of just spinning around in his chair and getting dizzy, Dirk
decided to work on his pet project. He reached under the table and pulled out a
small black box with a combination lock. Right **, left **, and right **(like
I'm going to give out my combination). He opened the lid. Dirk put a pair of
white latex gloves on and reached into the box. He pulled out a bundel wrapped
in white plastic.
"Now to finish what will be one of the greatest inventions in the history of
modern human civilization," Dirk said as he unwrapped the plastic. Underneath
were two socks. They were a reddish-green in color. "Alright, here we go." He
spent an hour looking at the sock underneath a microscope, looking at his notes,
and taking more notes.
As if it were instinct, Dirk stopped all that he was doing and stood up. "It's
Miller time." He pulled off his gloves and made his way to the Parrot's.
"Barkeep, a beer, please." Of all the people Dirk had been involved with, none
were treated by him with as much respect as a bartender. No officer, general,
or even priest were treated with more respect than a bartender, for the
bartender possesed the magic elixer that made bad times go bye bye. Even his
term for them, "Barkeep," came out of respect. They just didn't tend the bar,
they kept it. Kept it as a parent would its young. They took care of it and
all who visited it.
Dirk realized that he might want to look into Alcoholics Anonomys ..............
after he finished his drinks.
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