Complaining

"I appologize for my short temper, but on this ship so far I've been
informed that I have no budget, had all of my equipment taken back to
the medi-bay, run over by an elephant and beaten by three security
guards. The first one is the worst. Now, let me in to speak with
somebody important, okay?"
"That'll be two hundred pounddollars." The security officer said.
"What?!" Cereburm said a little shooked.
"Two hundred pounddollars to regsister a complaint." The security
officer said.
"No it isn't!" Lloyd commented as she entered the office.
"Orders from Lt. Edwards." The security officer said.
"Not from Harris!" Lloyd pointed out. "Mr Cereburm, if you come with
and we'll try to sort this out."