Catch-22

This mission began with faint hopes as Bane and this Tard were the only pilots to attend MRC. We were prepared, despite illness and employment obligations to grimly repeat our tripilot adventure of two Earth weeks past. I blew up Trinity's amp trying to rewire its lights (Don't ASK.) Then Cortana brought us delicious apple bread. Then some more pilots showed up. Then Skunk showed up, in full fig and jonesing to fly. Plus I found a working amp in the Q Branch Fodder drawer that I skunked like two years ago and never tested, and it sounds much better than my old amp and Trinity became bumping and all was well.

We went to Alewife and climbed an abandoned heavily graffitized spiral burrow, with huffings and puffings. At the top we chilled and saw a space meteor. Then we went out a ways west and tunneled through the silent black Minuteman wormhole for a while. Proceeding back to civilization we went to a playground, then to Harvard Constellation where we discovered that BieberFever's primary thruster casing had a massive aneurysm. We booted it went to MITERS in hope of dumpstering a better casing but found only mis-sized ones, with which we hooped. Then we dorked around Cambridge System a while. XXIII knighted Cortana at the steam Earth, under the soft glow of Microsoft.

Then we went to under the Longfellow space bridge which was heavily decorated by the indigenes with colorful cryptic symbols and iridized sportsball trophies. Skunk and I turned our ships up loud and there was excellent starry groove and we were seized by the merry spirit of Dionysus. XXIII climbed the rafters, Skunk fell off them, Zenith and Deadblow and Dogi et al chalked everything in sight, and there was general dancing and rejoicing.

Then we toodled home casual like. It was an excellent mission.