“You were memo’d. Miss Gayle was reassigned to the German base. Besides, you and Mr. Zimmerman should be perfectly capable of carrying out the mission with just the two of you.” Admiral Roadus Hog didn’t look up from his computer as he said this.
“But I don’t want to be up in space alone with that nut. Joel Zimmerman has a history of mental health issues, it’s a MIRACLE he’s even been okayed to be an astronaut!”
“That’s because by the government’s standards he would never be let anywhere near a space ship. But WE are a private space fairing business and WE don’t have to worry too much about people’s mental illnesses when sending them up to survey and bring back samples of the moon.” Sonny slapped his forehead.
“If anything happens while I’m up there, I am SUITING this company. I will have your beard and your ass on a platter-”
“Are you done, Mr. Moore? Don’t you have a ship to prep?” Sonny snarled at his manager and stormed out of the office, down the catwalk of the massive docking structure. Down in the pit, his “partner” Joel Zimmerman was balancing oxygen tanks for the excursion. He smiled when he saw Sonny coming.
“How you doing little goblin?”
“I told you to quit calling me that, freak job. And I’m starving how do you think I’m doing? I’ve had to go on a liquid diet for the last twenty four hours, what kind of prep is that?”
“Having very little in your digestive system makes it easier to adjust to zero-g.” Joel explained.
“I know it’s just horse shit.” Sonny walked over to a station and began checking the suits he and Joel were going to wear. “This whole mission is a punt. Why the hell did Lindsey have to get reassigned?” He muttered angrily.
“She and I had issue. She requested her relocation, the cunt.” Joel bit out. Sonny whipped around.
“It’s YOUR fault she’s in Germany?! You son of a bitch! What did you do?!” Sonny yelled.
“I didn’t do jack shit! She just kept whining and whining about some shit I wasn’t even doing and the requested re-assignment.”
“You sexually harassed her, Joel. If she complains about that it isn’t whining.” Jon’s voice suddenly broke through. Sonny hadn’t seen him leave his office and climb down the catwalk.
“All I said was I couldn’t wait to see her rack in zero-g! How is that sexual harassment?” Joel guffawed.
“Oh my god, kill me now.” Sonny moaned. He finished checking the suits and took his over towards his space. Jon took Joel aside.
“Listen Joel. You’ve already scared away the more competent of our group, don’t do anything to piss off Sonny. He’s high strung about going up there alone with you and if you do anything you WILL be placed squarely on the chopping block.” Jon seethed.
“Nothing’s going to happen! We’re going to take some scans, gather some rocks and that’s it! We’ll be back down in a week’s time! What could possibly go wrong?”
2011: A Space Porn 1/?
“You were memo’d. Miss Gayle was reassigned to the German base. Besides, you and Mr. Zimmerman should be perfectly capable of carrying out the mission with just the two of you.” Admiral Roadus Hog didn’t look up from his computer as he said this.
“But I don’t want to be up in space alone with that nut. Joel Zimmerman has a history of mental health issues, it’s a MIRACLE he’s even been okayed to be an astronaut!”
“That’s because by the government’s standards he would never be let anywhere near a space ship. But WE are a private space fairing business and WE don’t have to worry too much about people’s mental illnesses when sending them up to survey and bring back samples of the moon.” Sonny slapped his forehead.
“If anything happens while I’m up there, I am SUITING this company. I will have your beard and your ass on a platter-”
“Are you done, Mr. Moore? Don’t you have a ship to prep?” Sonny snarled at his manager and stormed out of the office, down the catwalk of the massive docking structure. Down in the pit, his “partner” Joel Zimmerman was balancing oxygen tanks for the excursion. He smiled when he saw Sonny coming.
“How you doing little goblin?”
“I told you to quit calling me that, freak job. And I’m starving how do you think I’m doing? I’ve had to go on a liquid diet for the last twenty four hours, what kind of prep is that?”
“Having very little in your digestive system makes it easier to adjust to zero-g.” Joel explained.
“I know it’s just horse shit.” Sonny walked over to a station and began checking the suits he and Joel were going to wear. “This whole mission is a punt. Why the hell did Lindsey have to get reassigned?” He muttered angrily.
“She and I had issue. She requested her relocation, the cunt.” Joel bit out. Sonny whipped around.
“It’s YOUR fault she’s in Germany?! You son of a bitch! What did you do?!” Sonny yelled.
“I didn’t do jack shit! She just kept whining and whining about some shit I wasn’t even doing and the requested re-assignment.”
“You sexually harassed her, Joel. If she complains about that it isn’t whining.” Jon’s voice suddenly broke through. Sonny hadn’t seen him leave his office and climb down the catwalk.
“All I said was I couldn’t wait to see her rack in zero-g! How is that sexual harassment?” Joel guffawed.
“Oh my god, kill me now.” Sonny moaned. He finished checking the suits and took his over towards his space. Jon took Joel aside.
“Listen Joel. You’ve already scared away the more competent of our group, don’t do anything to piss off Sonny. He’s high strung about going up there alone with you and if you do anything you WILL be placed squarely on the chopping block.” Jon seethed.
“Nothing’s going to happen! We’re going to take some scans, gather some rocks and that’s it! We’ll be back down in a week’s time! What could possibly go wrong?”