GALNET DISCOURSE:Keeping pilots in the loop
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to upgrade NOW!)INCOMING MESSAGE: SOCKFIDDLER, THAT'S NOT MY FINGER, DECIAT SYSTEM
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StockDiddler: So... How far can you actually
F@FARSEER: Stop wasting my time and buy something.
StockDiddler: But I bought you muffins!
F@FARSEER: I am gluten free. Buy something or leave.
StockDiddler: Sorry about the coeliac thing - must be mega-shits for you on your birthday
. What about some nice toiletries? I know this guy who bootlegs some really nice Lyra hand-made stuff...
F@FARSEER: No, thank you. Especially if it's that vile-stinking crap CMDR Loriath was trying to peddle last time he was here.
StockDiddler: Oh, that was YOU?! But seriously... just trying to lighten the mood.
F@FARSEER: Buying something would lighten my mood. What do you want?
StockDiddler: Pulse lasers?
F@FARSEER: You know that's not something I offer.
StockDiddler: Yeah, but you SHOULD...
F@FARSEER: No. pick something I offer...
StockDiddler: Fine, fine. Okay. Can you tune up my FSD?
F@FARSEER: Of course.
StockDiddler: And take a look at my pulse lasers?
StockDiddler: Just kidding! Hey, what's your dog called?
F@FARSEER: I don't have a dog.
StockDiddler: Guess what?
StockDiddler: You do now!INCOMING IMAGES
F@FARSEER: ...that's not a dog.
StockDiddler: No, I know. But I couldn't find a puppy in a hurry and Sol is far too far away to claim it was an impulse buy.
F@FARSEER: What IS that?
StockDiddler: It's Steve.
F@FARSEER: Very good. But what IS it?
StockDiddler: It's a skaccoon.
F@FARSEER: A what?
StockDiddler: A Skaccoon! I think it's the product of something called "Genetic convergence" where some guy thought he'd try to make a new species that could live on some new planet or other. He was selling them cheap in 317. Isn't he the cutest
F@FARSEER: ... it's terrifying.
StockDiddler: Yeah, but he'll piss all over your house AND eat all the trash in your compactor. And without ever needing more than .2 G.
F@FARSEER: You are joking. I don't want it.
F@FARSEER: Excuse me?
StockDiddler: Steve. It's a him. Don't him "it", that's mean.
F@FARSEER: I don't want him
StockDiddler: Too late, dude! He's already setting up home in Hangar 3.
F@FARSEER: Whatever. I'm busy. What do you actually want?
StockDiddler: Fine, fine. Can you give me a little more jump range on my vulture pretty please?
F@FARSEER: Of course. Usual arrangement.
StockDiddler: Groovy. Will be landing in about an hour.
F@FARSEER: Will be waiting for you. Oh, and SockFiddler...
F@FARSEER: I've got a message for you from The Godmother.
F@FARSEER: StockDiddler: Oh? Wait, she's REAL?!
F@FARSEER: She is. And she wants you to go meet her on Fair Isle
. Be ready to receive rendezvous information. I know how you love to never check your messages.
StockDiddler: You sound like my mother.
F@FARSEER: No I don't; I'm speaking to you.
StockDiddler: Ouch, buuuuuurn. My mother's dead, you know.
F@FARSEER: Of course
StockDiddler: No, seriously, she's dead.
F@FARSEER: Well, I doubt that's true.
StockDiddler: F@! You're harshing my buzz. Anyway... enjoy Steve. See you in an hour. With my pulse lasers.