Alice's hologram manifested itself on the console next to Cathy, [color=39b54a]"All diagnostics on preliminary checks seem to be fine. Some of the secondary cannons seem to have been hit by stray meteors. Nothing too bad though, just some dents and bruises but you might want to personally have someone check cannon 3A, I can't seem to raise it without it trying to play a Yankee Doodle Dubstep Remix on max volume. If might get out of hand and play in the entire ship."[/color]

Within seconds of saying that, that exact dubstep remix of Yankee Doodle blasted its way through the ships internal PA system in all of its crappy remix glory. Strangely enough this version had an accompanying didgeridoo bass drop and kazoo solo about half way. Alice watched as everyone looked in a mix of wonder and confusion on my such music had been drought abord the ship and why the hell it was playing at volumes that would make a metal band feel like it was overcompensating.

[color=39b54a]"Something like that."[/color] Alice looked up as it cut off halfway through, presumable by someone who had the right mind the smack a control panel until it shut up,[color=39b54a] "As for parties, I never knew you were one to enjoy such gatherings. Plus most dresses don't seem to suit you, they make your ass look big. Shall I try to get another male crew member to escort you? Lt. Harvey? Petty Officer Sans? Officer O'Henessey? Or do you wish to go with a female member? I hear that Sgt. Mazierska is quite beautiful. We live in very accepting times you know."  [/color]