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This is great news. Thank you so much, Crick. Yeah. I've really been leaning on you to get this done, and I really appreciate it. Yeah, it's done. Captain Baxter, I got your orders that I'm just supposed to stay in my quarters and have 48 straight hours of self-care where I don't engage with anyone outside of my quarters. And then I noticed, like,

oh my gosh, that's when the admiral is coming and it just felt like, was that a mistake?

Yes.

Oh, okay, great. I thought it must be a mistake. Obviously.

Yeah, awesome. I would still love to get those 48 hours of self-care later on the mall. Okay. Okay. Yeah. Do you want me to put Rita and Rip in mind prisons? No, no, no, no, no, no. We're gonna, you know, warts and all, we're gonna get this inspection done. You can take the 48 hours as soon as the Admiral leaves. How about that? Oh my gosh. Rip Stipley to Captain Baxter. Hey, Rip Stipley, Rita was saying something to me, so can you shut up for a second? Hey, Rip, honestly, ever since we got married that one time, you've been interrupting me a lot, and that is truly hurtful. Captain, I'm going to need 72 hours of self-care. I'm in a different room. I don't know who's talking to whom, where. Oh my gosh, I wasn't finished and you

could definitely hear me. We're still connected through our little badges. There's a bunch of furniture in front of my door and I can't get outside of my quarters. Uh-huh. Baxter out. So you need 72 hours now? Uh, I just moved up to 600. 600? That's a lot. Oh, fine. 72. Should any of that overlap with the Admiral still or not I mean that's for you to decide you're the captain

dr. Donald's and the Captain Baxter? Oh, my God. Yes, go ahead. I did remove all the warts from all the wardy crew members that you sent down to Sick Bay, so we have no more warts on our ship. Perfect. I've got a few warts now, though. Oh, you do? Yeah, I just was touching a lot of warts. Thank you. Uh, on our ship. Perfect.

I've got a few warts now, though.

Oh, you do?

Yeah, I just was touching a lot of warts all weekend. Is that really how warts work? Yeah, well, plant our warts for sure. Oh, I just thought that was a wives' tale. No, it's real. Wait, Zarlene, did you hear that? Yeah. I thought we got rid of sexism a while ago. Yeah, and now we're talking about wives' tales as though that's something that's not true.

As if because they're women, we can't believe it, and also that they're identified solely through their relationship to a man? Hey, I didn't say they were old. Rip's tiply personal log. Well, I guess I'm not gonna be in this one. So, I guess no one, there's not gonna be any wacky adventures today.

And if anything's going wrong, there's not getting anyone to wreak a little bit more havoc.

I guess I'll just sit on the couch and...

Rips Diplie.

Huh?

We have chosen you to be the ambassador to our race, the Grumblar.

The Grumblar? Me? Rip Sipley?

Yes, we are a race of pure energy and thought.

Wow, I'm gonna do this one today.

Alright, let's go. Meet the other crew members of your ship.

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