You wake up next to them.

[Nefertari Sovint]

Indeed, aren't you his friend?

 

[Vanya Lyekova]

Pancakes or Waffles, Countess?

 

[Marcus Lok]

Pancakes. And I would prefer to be called Count, sweetie.

 

[Vulpesen]

Get out! And stop hopping into people's beds!

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Swear off every form of alcohol ever invented in the galaxy and jump out the nearest window, without clothes if need be, to escape as quickly as possible.

@Vulpesen

 

[Vulpesen]

*simply rolls off the bed then tosses it out the window, random man and all* "Have fun falling from the ninth floor..."

 

[Watcher Three]

Now, see, chief... If you could push me out that window, I wouldn't be a very good privateer, would I?

 

[Marcus Lok]

A blind robot doesn't sound like quite the best privateer, matey.

 

[Slice Spiralflame]

What?

 

[Watcher Three]

Well... I can definitely see all those midi-whatevers floating around you. Nice gig you've got.

 

[Keira Priest]

I'm giving you three seconds...

[member="Watcher Three"]

 

[Watcher Three]

[member="Keira Ticon"]

One

 

[Keira Priest]

You have a death wish?

[member="Watcher Three"]

 

[The Cartographer]

No. But a lot of people have wished death upon me. *grins a bit*

 

[Keira Priest]

Don't push your luck.

[member="The Cartographer"]

 

[Watcher Three]

[member="Keira Ticon"]

No, I believe I wished for the ability to get drunk for my birthday. That still didn't happen.

 

[Marcus Lok]

Why are you still here?

 

[Watcher Three]

Because I am everywhere.

 

[Solstice Void]

You will be if you don't leave.
*Takes out a granade*

 

[Watcher Three]

Nice bomb. Shame it won't kill me. *reaches into his fridge and pops open a beer*

Plus, I ain't about to leave my own ship, love.