#honestyispolicy

"...Friendship. We're not getting married, fucks sake. He's probably gonna get a wife eventually and spend less time with me anyways, who cares. But I'm sure as hell not marrying him, and he's not marrying me. Stay out of it already, won't you?"

"...Again, I don't even know what that means." "What. What's it with you people and the captain?? Christ. Not in the way you think, that's for sure. He's just my friend, so what if we happen to be close? It's been years. Many, many years."

"...No? Why would that even matter to you people."

"...Good. Good question. Uh. Getting this job. I let Curly talk me into it, figured he probably knew what he was doing, got trapped into something I'm not even all that happy with. But I tolerate it. Least I'm on the same ship as him, I suppose. Even if he's one of the only people here I actually... know and can properly interact with." "I do enjoy the job at times, don't get me wrong. There's just ...another one I'd prefer, I'm sure."

"I suppose I'd have to try watching one to figure that out. I feel like I would, though I just tend to like things that can keep me entertained. Things that aren't so boring I lose focus and look at something completely different in the span of minutes."

"Am I fucking what. I don't even know what that means. Is that even in my language. What."

"...Ah. Strict, very... strict. Annoying, at times. It was never my original plan, so I wasn't all that prepared. But, Pony Express is very... willing, shall we say. I didn't need all too much experience, just enough. Knowing the basics, how to treat wounds, how to manage in emergency scenarios..." "A mortician, huh? It's a thought alright. I probably wouldn't pass it down if given the opportunity, I've always been fascinated with that shit."

"Crabs are just crabs. I don't know, I don't look into them. Neutral. Medical is a hit or miss, I feel like the worst part is the supplies. We don't have nearly enough of just about anything for this job, leave it to this company to cut corners."