Captain's Log: Day 47. After a month and a half of travelling, my crew is already determined to screw with me until I let them go out onto the planet we currently hover over. I'm tempted to let them, as the S.S Adventure Steel would be much, much quieter after their deaths. However I realize that I would be without a crew..... again. Our situation allows us to send out a five man party to survey the area, but the planet could be dangerous and we can't risk five people from our ten man crew. Still, I fear the worse will happen to my quarters if I don't let anyone down there... and the food is dwindling... if I don't send anyone we will surely--

"Captain! Hey Captain!"

We will surely--

"Hey, Captain! Captain Toellner! Hey!"

God dammit!

Sighing heavily the Captain of the S.S Adventure Steel turned to the new recruit, Private Joe Bean. "What, Joe?" Captain Toellner asked the recruit, who, despite the strict guidelines, managed to get into the S.E.S at the young age of thirteen. "I couldn't help but notice that you were speaking to that book! What is it? Is it alive? How do you know? Or are you going senile? It would suck if you were going senile! We would have to replace you then, not that I would want a new Captain anyways because you're my Captain and you do your job well!" Everyone on crew had a hidden talent that they gained in their previous lives as street rats and punks. Joe's was never shutting up. (The only time he did shut-up was when Toellner gave him one of his demonic death stares one time. For future reference, Toellner's death stares are scary enough to stop a beast dead in it's tracks.) Rubbing his temple, Captain Toellner tried to be patient and wait out Joe, but to no avail. In a swift movement that even The Flash wouldn't see, Toellner grabbed Joe by his head and looked him straight in his eyes with his death stare. "Joe.... What do you want?" Joe looked ready to piss himself. As he answered the question he sounded like a frightened cat that had it's leg ripped off. "B-Broby sent me to t-tell you that he fixed all the w-weapons needed for recon." Dropping the poor Joe to his knees (after which he presumably ran to the bathroom  to spare his pants from getting a yellow wash), Captain Toellner called a meeting in the cafeteria. It was time to choose the team.