Leif (thinking): I wonder if all guests on this ship get star treatment, or just the ones who end up dating one of the aliens.
. . . seducing! Who end up seducing one
of the hot aliens.
Thorn: Off for a planetary recon mission! I shouldn’t be gone long. The surface is all plant life. Very pretty, very benign.
Leif (thinking): I even get an account on the ship’s intranet. And he keeps adding to my permissions! Now I can access the data file on the planet they’re visiting . . .
Wait, they’re going here?!
Briony: You’ve reached the Chief Information Officer of the Starship Zeerust. How can I help you?
Leif: Yes, hello, this is very important: Did the away team take machetes?!
Leif: Thån! Are you okay? Have any of your organs started dissolving yet??
Thorn: We all got snared before we could send a distress call! How did you know?
Leif: I used to be a gardener for rich, bored aristocrats! I’m familiar with all of the galaxy’s most dangerous plants.