Things that go crunch

Dirk didn't seem to want to be Dren's lawyer. That sucked. The ship had
become incredibly booring. That sucked. His "new suit" was dirty and ripped.
That sucked. Basically, Dren thought everything sucked. He puffed on his
cigarette alone in the gym. He looked at himself in one of the mirrors on the
wall. Damn, he was getting pudgy to boot. Might as well use this stupid gym,
he helped build it after all. Ten minutes later, Dren realized why he never
exercised. Why on the Abomatic 5000 he heard something crunch. He was no
doctor, but he was pretty sure crunching was no good. He was almost positive
it was his pancreas. Dren stumbled into the corridor. He walked bent over to
the Promenade. He looked up and saw Smoke pouring out of Macdonald's, and
more importantly, Penny lloyd holding a smoking grenade launcher. She turned
and saw him. Then she did the unphathomable. She smiled at him. Maybe the
ship wouldn't be boring too much longer.