I was in my room that I shared with Bright and his chainsaw-canons. I fucking hate what happened. Training was harsh, didn't know shit about the ship on the coffee stained map. Fuck that Florida-lizard! We didn't even study the map long enough. Fuck. Well the captain did put 682 in his place. He's just doing his job. I'm not surprised that 682 is drinking more coffee right now.

Bright: Dude.

W: Hm?

Bright: Do ya think the captain let the Florida-lizard down ......a little bit too much?

I thought a moment.

W: Not really, he deserved it.

Bright: Yeah ........I hope 079 can fix all the problems we have ......can't understand these diagrams.

W: The solution is always the third option ......scream.

Bright: That doesn't make any ......ah .......forget it.

W: But I agree, why am I not in charge? And why does the captain wants to annoy 682? Doesn't he know that 682 can blow us in space?

I just thought about the SCP's. I got fearful. I don't trust them and they, well, most are dangerous. 682 pissy after not having coffee for ten seconds, being in a small space with these freaks and I bet it's all hell down this out-of-this-world road.