"Crowley! What the hell where you thinking there?" says some bean counter from the Finance division, referring to my little adventure in Baden Baden. "I was field-testing a new drug to see what effects would be in a non-controlled environment... you twit." I snap back at him.
He comes back with the typical accountant response, "Well that still doesn't explain your expense account, over 100 million creds! What the hell do you think we're made of? Money!", I reply sharply, "Yes you twit. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta get back to my research.", looking for the first reason to get out of there before they set the dogs on me.
He looks back at me as I head for the door and says, "Oh, by the way, this came from Cambridge for you.", he hands me a manila envelope that said:
Cryer Pharmaceuticals
C/O Dr. Marvin Crowley, Administrator
Experimental Substance Division
Atka Research Station, Sigma-17
What the hell I thought, Doctor, I'm not a Doctor. All of a sudden a wave of excitement hits me, I tear the top of the envelope, and in it was a thick piece of paper. On it inscribed:
UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE
I hereby certify that
MARVIN CROWLEY
of HOFMANN COLLEGE
in the University of Cambridge
was at a full congregation holding in
the Senate House on
01.26.820 AS
admitted to the degree of
DOCTOR OF PHILOSOPHY
"Haha sucker!", I yell at him as I run like a giddy school girl. I eventually get to the dock were my research ship, the Momo was moored. After a few frantic moments getting my crew together, we took off. After a few hours of roaming around we found the Med Force One, exchanged the usual pleasantries with the Officer of the Day (or what ever his title is), ran down to the bar and announced: "The drinks are on me!" I lean to the bartender and whisper to him, "Put this on Cryer's expense account, thankyou."
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