Foster Base

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Personal Log, Jimmy - Computer's Specialist 4th Class

Attempts to get Sam out of his room have resulted in an unexpected twist. He walked in there yesterday carrying a tub of Crisco and a six pack of beer... at first we assumed he was just in there watching a marathon of LA's Baywatch 818... you know the one with Hasselhoff's clone and the bouncing... any way....

Turns out it wasn't in fact what we expected, when Crewman Smith complained that something smelled suspiciously like a pork pie...

Sam'd somehow raided station stores and had decided to take up lessons to become a pastry chef. That wouldn't be so bad if he'd taken it up in the Galley, I'm sure we'd all appreciate some canopes... instead we get there to find he's rerouted the stations primary reactor vents into the Air conditioning unit of his own quarters...

Man literally baked himself into a pie.

Ordinarily we'd call on the Station's Shrink to sort us out, except he's still writing 'I'm bored' on every surface of his office, including his own skin. Not so bad, until you realize he's eying you like a block of A4 note paper.

I think I found a way to pass the time, some one has to put all the pieces of the pie into the freezer... finally something to do with the 5000 tonnes of tupperware that last DSE transport brought us instead of food.

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