You’re driving along and that stupid red light comes on and you think, yeah, yeah, I’ll get round to it. Well this time, that stupid frakking light came on and stayed on.
Not just one frakking light neither, whole frakking bank of frakking lights came on, big frakking red ones.
Dunno why the Captain doesn’t get the whole frakking ship rebuilt, the power plant don’t frakking complain. You go down there and lemme tell yer, it aint big in there, even for little ol’ me. Big frakking lumps of steel, copper and aluminium, love ‘em of course; our little girls.
They like a bunch of naughty little sisters, not old enough to get into big trouble, but they know when to mess around, five frakking Juno drives, not the J-17 model, the A model, you know, the J-17A ‘treat me right or else’ frakking J-17A.
Sometimes one of ‘em starts frakking around; don’t matter so much when it’s centre or inboard, Capt’n gotta fight ‘em if it's outboard.
She oughta get them slung out, change ‘em for somethin’ like the power plant. Lump of metal, size of a truck, pumps out power like it goin’ out of fashion, every frakking day of every frakking week, runnin’ at full frakking power.
Thought I could wait till the Capt’n came back but she aint made contact for nearly a day. Another set of frakking lights came on so now I gotta deal with it, and I can’t remember the last time I changed a frakking injector.
I’m supposed to be a frakking navigator and I get to deal with this frakking mess.
Time to get another frakking job…
-- Cecila Siccora, Navigator of the Thunderbolt.
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