At mention of the war bots he stood up and quickly patted himself down for all of his usual weapons, then remembering he'd already been searched and secured when he stepped off his ship turned slightly red and sat back down.
"The bots already cleaned me out when I got off the ship, all I've got is a lighter, some rolling papers and some Gallian tobacco." He said setting each item on his lap while listing them off and rolling another cigarette.
"You know that was probably some sort of test, I'm sure she already knew they'd taken my weapons..." He thought to himself. "Maybe I'm just being paranoid... Though she is looking at me like she thinks I'm crazy, maybe I am crazy I mean I'm here about to either die or sign up the the Coalition. Dad would flip if he knew I was doing this." He began laughing to himself picturing the reaction of his father. Then it dawned on him that he was laughing aloud and he quickly cleared his throat and lit his cigarette turning red again.
Discordianism: the Schroedinger's Cat of religions.
