Solarship Log: DSS GastronomyCrew Member: Lieutentant Trippe
DooF Date: Rebmevon 8, 9002
Earth Date: November 8, 9002
So random!! My first assignment out of the DooFian Intergalactic Space Academy and they’ve got me on babysitting duty?!
I don’t know who this kid thinks she is! I’ve heard of favoritism but this takes the gloop-cake. We’re not halfway out of the galaxy when Y gets under the dashboard and completely reprograms the navigation system! I go running to report this to Commander P and he’s like, “Wow, isn’t she clever.”
Makes me vaporize just thinking about it. I mean, I’m supposed to be the navigator here! He even lets little smartypants steer the ship, not to mention letting her NAME it. What kind of crazy name is “Gastronomy” anyway?
I really don’t see what the big noise is about “noodles.” We don’t even know what they are and they send us millions of light-orbits into the cosmos to investigate. Whatever! At least it’s an assignment. Anyway, this “noodles” thing gives me a chance show off MY clever talent: time travel!
Commander P says once we reach Planet Earth, going back in time could be vital to our mission. He says the word “noodles” contains the sound “new,” which on our planet would be backwards and therefore “old.” So time travel may be in my future (and past)!
Remedial Time Travel was the only subject I got a passing grade in at the Academy, so it’s one thing I don’t have to ask Y about.
You know what? I’m not going to ask that pipsqueak brainiac about ANYTHING anymore.
Just because she gets to steer the ship when “daddy” is around doesn’t mean she knows everything.
So here’s my new motto for this voyage: don’t ask Y?!!!!!
