August
14, 2004: Captain's log, shopdate 46.34.22 |
While delivering a critical dose of the Corona serum to the Synapses of planet Cerebellum IV in the Blotto galaxy, we received a distress call from the USS Blue Sugar. The Blue Sugar was in desperate need of a wash and lube, and it's message indicated that an attack from the dreaded Skeggs was imminent. With the lightning quick leadership reflexes of our revered First Idiot, I completed my delivery of the Corona serum, watched a few hours of the PGA Championship on the viewing screen, and eventually got around to answering the Blue Sugar's call for help. Following is a detailed account of the harrowing rescue of the USS Blue Sugar. Having spent most of the day repairing the ailing craft, I decided to take her out for a test flight through the neighboring galaxy, but I was barely out of drydock when it threw a chainsuck. After a quick repair, I tried again, but again, the chainsuck. And again, and again, and again. I could not shift from the small ring to the middle ring at all without chainsucking. Though it was only theoretical and had never been tried, I decided to reverse the magnetic polarity of the low adjustment screw substantially, while at the same time rotating the barrel adjuster counterclockwise to generate a resistance force strong enough to thrust the linkage mechanism cleanly from engineering deck Small to engineering deck Middle. After many failed attempts, I was finally able to achieve impulse power. It appears to be holding, but the upcoming battle with the Skeggs will be telling.
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