Gentyl hadn't seen Plains in a long time. She was trying to think of the last time. There was the time that missile exploded and blew up the mail robot Plains was on or with. She never really understood how that worked. Suffice to say, he had been covered with some kind of tar and then the letters. He had, effectively, been tarred and lettered.
Entirely not her fault. She was drinking a bit of cherry grog in a remote area and testing explosives when he and his mail machine wandered by.
Then there was the time she blew him up...no, she had seen him after that.
That time the AAMS office blew up? That was completely justified. Plains should have never agreed to deliver those Playgoblins. Maybe he was just in the office when she set it on fire...accidentally, even if it was justified.
Hmm, well, it had been too long. They needed to sit down and have a drink.
Entirely not her fault. She was drinking a bit of cherry grog in a remote area and testing explosives when he and his mail machine wandered by.
Then there was the time she blew him up...no, she had seen him after that.
That time the AAMS office blew up? That was completely justified. Plains should have never agreed to deliver those Playgoblins. Maybe he was just in the office when she set it on fire...accidentally, even if it was justified.
Hmm, well, it had been too long. They needed to sit down and have a drink.