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"Kxxt. Some Random Ash Hull to Docktease, you there DT? Cat's practically blind in this stretch of the strata--you seeing anything on your end? 'magine you Navy blokes might have a better sightline under all these clouds."

"'Fraid not, Ash Hull. Fog's risen up the coastline. Viz is near zero as is."

{Not my fault. There's clouds everywhere up here. Who knows, I might be more attuned if you fed me more. I'm practically staarving.}

"Fed you? There's still rations in your bowl."

{Yeah?! And it's dry! DRY! Even ignoring that--that insult--it's almost empty!}

"Empty?! You took three bites out of it. Also, that stuffs better than what I eat. Any more C-rats and we'll barely clear the ground."

"Kxxst. CREWS ARE REMINDED TO STICK TO OPERATIONAL PARAMETERS. INCLUDING STICKING TO THE NOMENCLATURE LISTED IN THE FLIGHT OPERATIONS MANUAL. 27B, THIS IS YOUR THIRD DEMERIT. FURTHER DISRUPTIONS MAY LEAD TO FINES AND OR INCLUDE POTENTIAL RAMIFICATIONS SUCH AS FIRING."

{meh, that's not too ba--

"FROM THE CANNONS. INTO THE HARBOR. HAVE WE MADE OURSELVES CLEAR? Ssst."

"Clear as a Clackerell's scales. 27B, out."

[A/N: Not so subtle Futurama joke.]

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"Kxxt. Some Random Ash Hull to Docktease, you there DT? Cat's practically blind in this stretch of the strata--you seeing anything on your end? 'magine you Navy blokes might have a better sightline under all these clouds."

"'Fraid not, Ash Hull. Fog's risen up the coastline. Viz is near zero as is."

{Not my fault. There's clouds everywhere up here. Who knows, I might be more attuned if you fed me more. I'm practically staarving.}

"Fed you? There's still rations in your bowl."

{Yeah?! And it's dry! DRY! Even ignoring that--that insult--it's almost empty!}

"Empty?! You took three bites out of it. Also, that stuffs better than what I eat. Any more C-rats and we'll barely clear the ground."

"Kxxst. CREWS ARE REMINDED TO STICK TO OPERATIONAL PARAMETERS. INCLUDING STICKING TO THE NOMENCLATURE LISTED IN THE FLIGHT OPERATIONS MANUAL. 27B, THIS IS YOUR THIRD DEMERIT. FURTHER DISRUPTIONS MAY LEAD TO FINES AND OR INCLUDE POTENTIAL RAMIFICATIONS SUCH AS FIRING."

{meh, that's not too ba--

"FROM THE CANNONS. INTO THE HARBOR. HAVE WE MADE OURSELVES CLEAR? Ssst."

"Clear as a Clackerell's scales. 27B, out."

[A/N: Not so subtle Futurama joke.]