Tales of the Admins

[Fellow Hoodlum]

Korrd and Hoodlum stood by the vending machine, which was humming out of tune as usual. Another batch
of expletives emanated from the conduit, followed by an enormous crash.
Smoke wafted lazily from the entrance, followed by a shower of multi-coloured sparks which would not have
been out of place in a firework display. The vending machine immediately dispensed a large glass of Millers
Lager, and circuits sprung to life all over the ship ...

Korrd and Hoodlum looked at each other. "You wanna try that?" Hoodlum said.

Korrd declined politely. "After you I think, bit early for me."

Hoodlum closed his eyes, and took a large swig. "I can live with that."

This was a little surprising, as there was no option on the machine for alcoholic beverages, let alone one that
was in any way drinkable.
The rest of the ship now seemed to be taking on it's usual aura of unpredictability, which was comforting in it's
own unique way. Any attempt to collate data and to theorise why, would as usual be a complete waste of time
and resources. It always ran on Einstein's little know premise of, 'If it works, don't screw with it'.
Not one with much scientific background, but very hard to disprove.
Hoodlum wandered off to check the draught beer tap in the mess. This, when operated gave a stream of hot
and very tasty coffee. Gran Canarian beans if he was not mistaken. Wonders would never cease.
He meandered back to Korrd ...

"Well, as a temporary measure, I doubt we can do better. Need to get the cleaners in to make the place a little more
respectable again. We'll only get whining from the Zoner Guard about cleanliness and Godliness being inextricably
connected.
Cannon, nice one, the coffee has improved leaps and bounds, wanna try now?"

He seemed to have fallen asleep, and neither of them had the heart to wake him up ...

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."