cyborg cannonball's log. Stardate: 5½.89
thanks to the medic i now run on gasoline and food, that proabably wont be so easy to find in outer space...
and i notice *ding, dong*. Oh, wait a minute....
*pfffsssh* (door opens), AH finally, my 50000 megasized home delivery pizzas has arrived.... AND they are mine, Mine, MINE!! i have waited for theese for 15 years....
Any how i notice that we have guns and stuff for a small army and i dont see how we need me (the most dangerous weapon that ever existed), so im think that i shall replace my brain with a Intel Pentium 15900, Axpheleon, systems engineerd, super duper, mega boosted, 59million K GHZ.
And become a tactic or something.
but i think ill put that on hold, and ill keep my nitro backpack and EMP devices, that is 1000 times more powerful than The death Star.
*Hrm!*
Ummm...could someone spare a million or so??, the delivery boy wants money....*Slash!* someone just cut the deliveryboy in half, i dont know what or who it was but it was cloaked with an optic-camoufage!!!!
Something unknown is running around the ship.
Over n' out.