Stoner Steve and the Quest for the Cheesy Poof

[Stoner_Steve]

Steve wasn't scared of the Corsairs. He was terrified. "They aren't cannibals, its just a rumor, they aren't cannibals, its just a rumor." The trip to gamma was certainly a new one, forced by the need to find a quieter route. Steve stopped his rushed murdering as the transport exited the jumphole. In-hailing sharply he looked over his navigation station and quickly powered up to cruise for a short trip to Tripoli Shipyard. Pinging his long range array he was surprised to see the majority of the system silent except some local patrols. Sighing explosively he watched as the shipyard grew before him. Looking down at his synth weed cartridge he went to add some more when he paused. Was it the Outcasts or the Corsairs...which one didn't like Cryer...

"Hola Congressman" a Hispanic voice said though Steve's hazy waves of concentration.

Steve of course panicked while slapping his headset off and dropping his pipe. Swearing loudly he quickly put his headset back on, "Er, yes I have a load of scrap" "Moor point 4 amigo" "um, like dudde, one last thing" "Si" "Can I like not get out of my ship?" "What amigo?" "Can I like...not...leave my ship, like just send payment to me i'll open the cargo doors and your magnets will drag it out" "uhh, Si amigo, you sound a little loco though" Steve's voice broke in a high pitched laughter "yes, sure, loco, hahahahah, crazy me...but like seriously?" "Aye you loco mo'fo, you don't have to leave your ship"

Steve's grin returned to his face as his ship moored, he looked down and picked his pipe up off the floor while thinking to himself again

"They aren't cannibals..."

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