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                                                 “Hey Doctor Penner, the kid is here.                                                                  Charlie, don’t miss a check-up or you won’t                                                    get one of these strawberry brownies.  She                                                    highjacked them when we started skipping                                                    our doctor’s visits.  These cookies are the                                                        best on the ship.”  He grabs you on the                                                            shoulder and points towards a cookie that                                                      the tall, fierce-looking blond woman is                                                              eating. 

 

                                                  “Nice to meet you, you can call me Doc.                                                            This is the kid that figured out how to travel faster than light? Man, you really are just a kid.” She bites into the cookie and looks at you with wide eyes.

 

“Nice to meet you, you can call me Charlie.” You hold out your hand to shake her strong hand.

 

“Uh yeah, sure we can work on that, ki...Charlie.” Professor Scot rubs his forehead.

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“So, can I get my check-up now?” you ask smiling as you point towards the cookie.

 

“Ha, here, take a welcome cookie.  When you get hungry, the Russian section here has the best food on the ship.”  She opens a big air-sealed bag and hands you a cookie.

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“You never gave me a welcome cookie?  And no, you guys only eat fish. You’ll like the American food better,” Says Professor Scot to Doctor Penner frowning.

 

“That’s because you were the one to welcome me last time.  Nice try Professor, you’ll get your cookie tomorrow. And kid, if you want to get fat take the American food.” She waves her hand in a sweeping movement and Professor Scot starts heading for the exit tunnel of the kitchen area.

 

“Right, I’m going to go show the kid his sleep station.  Me and my fit, tone self.  Let’s go, kid.”  The Professor floats into the tunnel behind you.

 

“Don’t smirk like that, kid, you look healthy, Russian it is right?”  She raises her eyebrows probingly.

 

“Not really, no.”

 

“Ugh, yeah okay, go find your sleep station.” She waves for you to leave too.

 

You follow Professor Scot and leave the kitchen, pulling against the sides of the connection tunnel between the nodules and flying forwards with a cookie in your mouth.

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