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<div><span class="gmail_quote">On 9/7/07, <b class="gmail_sendername">Captain Mitchell</b> <<a href="mailto:capt.mitchell@travellercentral.com">capt.mitchell@travellercentral.com</a>> wrote:</span>
<blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="PADDING-LEFT: 1ex; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; BORDER-LEFT: #ccc 1px solid"><br>On Sep 7, 2007, at 9:15 AM, Bonni Feltz wrote:<br><br>> Captain Alexander "Mad Dog" Mitchell
<br>><br>> Kat is there to lend a hand, chuckling to herself. "Come on<br>> captain. Let's see how well you maneuver to your quarters." Kat<br>> grabs her med kit and allows Mitch to use her as a crutch if need
<br>> be. if he chooses to use somebody else she'll just enjoy the show<br>> as she follows him to his quarters, making sure no harm comes his way.<br><br>I maneuver deliberately and with practiced caution. The bulkheads and
<br>walls are my crutch.<br><br>Once I get to my quarters. collapse on the bunk.<br><br>say something that probably sounds appreciative, even if the words<br>are badly slurred.<br><br>And then add...<br><br>"Who's next?"
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<div>Kat chuckles and covers him up. "Take it easy Ramrod. You won. Sleep while you can and I'll put the meds by your bed."</div><br> </div>