Star Karflugon 21-06-01.10.55: So I’m starting this Second-in-Command’s Log to practice for when I’m made a Captain of my own mission one karflugon. What am I supposed to write about here? My hopes? My dreams? My fears perhaps?

I fear I may never be made a Captain. It’s not that I don’t know the difference between a nova and a supernova–I don’t–or how to correctly pronounce the plural of nebula–nebul-I?–rather I think it’s that Meeporpian HIgh Command suspects that I answer to a higher moral standard, which I believe I can disclose on these pages here is true.

Can I disclose that here? Who else has access to my log? I’m beginning to understand the quaint hummus bean practice of penning their inner thoughts in a hard material form, not connected in any way to the all-knowing, all-seeing intergalactic net. Perhaps I’ll construct my own such booklet… a dairy, I believe it’s called. We encountered some friendly dairy farmers actually on one of our earlier trips to Lurf. Maybe I’ll see if they can spare a dairy for me.