Hearing screams, thunder and an alarm, I moved away from the tied up captain of the escort ship, in whose cabin I decided to spend the last night before arriving in Venus, and went to the deck, dressing as I went.
*Private Journal Entry* My apartment smells like a fucking greenhouse because of Lockcock's constant pot use. He is using because of his PTSD from being left on the whipping post for 6 months. I want this mentally ill motherfucker out of my apartment. W
