You Might Get Cold-Cocked

Original Title: Bad Day

ugh. feel terrible. worked from 6:30 am to 7:15 pm. hit my head hard enough to draw blood. bad day. Had planned to write more of Forkifeller McSpooniker's tale, but, alas, no creativity here. heck, i am not all together sure where to pick up at. Thinking something along the lines of this though:
He was laughing so hard that he neary collapsed. Those that were in the Shuttlebug with him looked at him in interest. It seemed that the man who had appeared out of nowhere on the bug was also feather plucking insane, but they also did not know what he knew. They also did not know about Molecular Relocation devices.
Forkifeller was well aware of what was waiting for him at the landing pad, so he set the ship on computer navigation, recorded all of the messages he would need to land, and jumped ship.
How's that for starters?
I will leave you hanging for a bit
mmmmmmm
sleep calls!

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