When Kimo learned that all three of his ships had malfunctioned, he almost flipped his delicious intestine over rice.
This was his assurance of reaching the pinnacle of life!
A large group of pirates left the cozy Space Port, donned their protective suits, and rushed back to the three pirate ships, then... they stared blankly at the screens filled with strings of gibberish.
Kimo's nearly six-foot sturdy frame imposed immense pressure on the surrounding pirates.
"Where are those damn technicians?" Kimo asked as gently as he could.
"Boss, do you mean... those two guys you threw into space last time because they got icy? You thought they were overpaid and did no substantial work, just drinking tea on the ship and flirting with women..."
Kimo's nostrils flared uncontrollably, "The new technicians, oh, the newly hired ones where are they?"
"They're over there, saying the system is auto-updating, telling us not to panic."
"Damn it!"