Chapter 3 – Page 97
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Tawny: You. Get your ass over there and say it.
Grant: Some of us are here to offer our apologies for making you feel unwelcome this week. We chipped in and got you all a bottle of authentic Taurican rye whiskey. This might be the last alcohol on the ship that's not insta-beer. And I was able to procure accomodations that I think you'll find much more appropriate for your team. Ow! And I'm very sorry for putting you in crappy ones. And the gossiping.
Mattrick: This one's for everyone who didn't make it back. In the endless night of space, their souls burned bright and kept our path lit.
Grant: Some of us are here to offer our apologies for making you feel unwelcome this week. We chipped in and got you all a bottle of authentic Taurican rye whiskey. This might be the last alcohol on the ship that's not insta-beer. And I was able to procure accomodations that I think you'll find much more appropriate for your team. Ow! And I'm very sorry for putting you in crappy ones. And the gossiping.
Mattrick: This one's for everyone who didn't make it back. In the endless night of space, their souls burned bright and kept our path lit.
