The last month we have been lost in the 2nd Galaxy of Trimester. We have dodged excessive amounts of heat, black holes of uncertainty, and have had numerous debates, battles, or negotiations with the Diaper King of Planet PooPeepee 9, Sector Frustraton's Registry Army, ChildCare Andromeda, and Gaseous bodies unknown to mankind...
The fleet has been restless.
My fleet has been given designation as rank "XX" and our commanders, generals, and followers are excited about this new rank. I believe this is a permanent rank.
Captain Hashtronaut has been working on audio communications with Pepperoni,Jr. since he is not as closely present as I am with the fleet.
Pepperoni,Jr. has been expanding slowly and working as a unit.
Dr. OB/GYN has granted me permission to drink 1 can of Diet Coke a week which has alleviated my nebular headaches and pheening. Captain Hashtronaut got a new phone that can at least recieve calls in deep outer space if not Sector 35A distances.
My first mate, Sir Pacsalot, has been suffering from a bout of Space Ticke Borne Illness. But no worries, our resident medic has provided him with proper care.
Despite all my years as an engineer and captain, I still can't understand the physics of a damn car seat...
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