What a welcome

It's nice to know one of my posts made it to Onion's email footer (^_^)
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Kayn
Valkyrie
Somewhere on Plebe
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"They're down here Hol?"
"That's right"
"Well had a long enough break. May as well get back to work. I'm sure everything's gone to hell without me"
"No, they've just gone to this planet"
"If brains were gun powder you wouldn't have enough to blow your head off"
"That's true"
"It's meant to be an insult""But my brain's aren't gunpowder, thier silicon chips""Holly..."
"...Yes?"
"Shut up"
 
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Kayn landed near the city center and climbed out of the Valkyrie after hitting it's cloak button. He had *finally* got all the options for the Valkyrie working - including that stupid cappuchino machine come expresso maker - it was hard to keep the coffee from splashing about whilst executing a tripple loop corkscrew come victory roll after leaving the orbit of a small asteroid - who knows what could have happened if something complicated was attempted.
 
He was busy contemplating the thought of a similar device for boiling his Bovril when something tapped him on the shoulder.
 
Then something tapped him in the face. Hard. There was now a gun-hilt shaped bruise near his forehead
 
Interestingly, a lot of hot boiling lakes returned back to fountains when Kayn had been dragged off the area...
 
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OK, so I'm still a bit confuddled and overwhelmed since I left the last time... I'm back now and I'm trying to fit back in. Someone can kindly shoot me with a Zap gun if i've messed anything up
 
=x= Kayn B. =x= Keith Evans =x=