Biologist, actually.

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Phil brightened at this news. “Looks like we’re gearing up then! HOO-WAAAH!”

“Looks like it. Alright, we need to hustle, let’s form groups. We need one to go into the hold, deal with the droids and get the resorts cargo doors open.
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Dr. South raised his hand and volunteered to go with the excursion party inside the bay. Well, he thought, what better way to get to know your time zones than come face to face with the local crazies? "Right," said Jay, clasping his hands together and rubbing them vigorously, "you lot, the hold party go and stand over there."

He nodded off to the side to get the group organized. South stepped over. At the moment it was just him and the cook, Bishop, who was wielding a rather menacing cattle prod. "Bishop, isn't it?" he asked, checking his shape shifting sonic pistol and slipping it into a makeshift holster attached to the strap of his leather satchel. "Yes, I'm the new--old, cook I suppose."
"Good, good, we need a cook. A crew marches on it's stomach."
Bishop frowned. "Isn't that 'an army?'"
"What?"
"The expression. Isn't it 'an army marches on it's stomach'?"
"Well, look at them."
South nodded toward the crew. "Could do worse for an army, don't ya' think?"
Bishop conceded the point. "I suppose. We've got engineers, pilots, scientists...a cook, and a botanist."
South looked at him as though he had missed something. "Who's a botanist?"
"You, aren't you?"
"What?"
"I thought you were a botanist?"
South's mouth sagged open a bit and his hand went into the air like it was trying to catch words from the aether. "I am not a botanist!" he proclaimed indignantly, "Why do people keep saying that? They don't even have plants on Io! I'm a biologist! Botanist/Biologist, not the same thing!"
"I'm sorry I thought--"
South cut him off. "Look let's settle it right here: Me;" he pointed to himself, "Biologist. B-I-O-L-O-G-I-S-T." he spelled, "In big block letters. Got that?"
Bishop stood agape, stumbling in shock at the outburst before stuttering out the words. "I - I'm sorry, I thought you were a botanist."
"Right, well I'm not, and sorry for the yelling but the fact is a botanist only works with plants, I do anything with a measurable life force."
South crossed his arms and turned away. The two of them stood next to each other, Brett looking awkwardly at the sand. "By the way," started South, very calmly by comparison to his outburst, "where did you learn to cook?"

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BI-OL-OG-IST. Though it might be fun as a running gag every now and then, haha.
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