Views From The Space-Ship: We’re Thieves; Spices Beware

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It’s common knowledge that the best pepper in the world resides in your favorite gin mill, the 99 Restaurant. Knowing this, a group of thugs, Pepsibones, my girlfriend, and myself, filched some on Friday evening. I thought all was well, until I found Pepsibones using said spices on a common omelette today. I had to resist the urge to smash his pate.

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I spend a good deal of time lately obsessing over the Cold War these days.

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Pepsibones and myself at an engagement party on Saturday. While enjoying ourselves, he lives perpetually in fear of being caught by the authorities; he has the death sentence on twelve systems. Thankfully we roll tight with some queer clone in Mandalorian armor, who keeps the fuzz off of him.