David hadn't even found his way out the door, repleanished in his one clean sweater and some manner of homebrewed cologne before the tube whooshed with two returned documents, with a hurried groan he rushed over to check them out.
Er... Fine fine fine, allright Mr. Cabbage we'll stick you on some ground crew somewhere till we can figure out if you can pick up a rock without necessitating a stoppage of breath in order to free up brain power.
Mule... Mule... Frak it, we'll send a shuttle to pick you up and figure out who you are when you step foot into our little floatin cave. Ain't like we aren't riddled with spies as it is like as not.
With that David hastily wrote out a set of instructions on both applications and bolted out the door, ready to join the celebrating before any more work demands took him.
