Star Karflugon 22-11-13.08.55: His evening’s performance in the ship’s canteen was one for the ages. After quickly and easily constructing the Captain’s likeness out of a pile of mashed poturdles, I reenacted the day’s events, namely the Captain’s less-than-brave interactions with our feared rival, Gorgon Zola, over the holo-communicator. I may be the distant second in command on this ship, but I daresay I was in complete command of the audience at dinner time, including even the robot cooks. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the robot cook’s jaw become unhinged in laughter as he nudged the other robot sharply in the torso.

The other robot had been laughing as well but didn’t seem to take kindly to his neighbor’s sharp elbow and he immediately picked up his coworker, flipped him upside down, and dunked him in a cauldron of lobstrada bisque… which really added to the festive air my performance was creating. The Captain didn’t seem too pleased though, so I’ll probably need to make amends at breakfast. Oh well, if Meeporpian High Command never recognizes my talents, there’s always the bright lights of the Broadmere Nebulae.