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| Unfortunately, on arrival in his chamber, his wardrobe was strangely missing. Either this was one of Long Jack's pranks or the place had been turned over. It's not bloody surprising, given that there doesn't seem to be a way to close the balcony door. Anyone with a grappling hook, rope ladder or jet-pack could've got in. |
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| "By all that is Holy, the bastards have stolen my 'Khumaak'! Must've been a problem with the cloning vats, honest. My life is over, even the hotel porn has blown me out - I'll give you 'No relevant Sov data', ya picky bitch." |
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| "That's it, I'm outta here. I don't need clothes or genitals, it'll just be me and my spaceship. I hope it's got a toilet on board - I've been busting for days but for some reason, nothing's moving." |
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| "Unbelievable, they found the keys to my Reaper and made off with that too, the bastards. I wonder if I can convince the insurance company it was actually a Ragnarok?" |
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| "Still, since I've got nothing better to do, this balcony ramp could do with a coat of paint... and maybe some nice hanging baskets. I could have a little chicken coop over there and a nice little sheep pen here..." |