Sunday 17 December 2006

Narrator: Commander Andreyasn remembers. . .

Elf: Does my hair look okay?

Kevyn: It looks fine, then again, you may be asking the wrong person.

Elf: Why? Because you never have to worry about your own hair?

Kevyn: No, because right now, I can't imagine anything about you looking anything besides fine.

Elf: If you don't stop with the romantic talk we're never going to get out of your cabin and back to work.

Kevyn: And how, exactly, is that remark supposed to change my current conversational tack?

Elf: Kevyn, I don't really want to be seen leaving your cabin this morning.

Kevyn: I embarrass you?

Elf: No. . . I just want to get comfortable with our relationship before everybody else does.

Elf: It looks clear, I'll go first.

Elf: Eeep!

Schlock: Oh, hey, Commander Elf. What're you doing in Kevyn's cabin?

Elf: I. . . Ummm. . .

Kevyn: She and I were planning a surprise for you and you almost spoiled it.

Schlock: Is it a new plasma cannon?

Kevyn: Drat. Now we'll have to think of something else to surprise you with.