“ i think impressing mr. starbuck with space knowledge would be overshadowed by, oh, i don’t know. his disappointment at catching you sneaking a peek at the new equipment? when the center’s closed? “ his complaints are drowned out by the sole of his best friend’s shoe colliding painfully with his cheek. it’s enough to send their already precarious balance further askew, and, in the blink of an eye, they’ve both dropped gracelessly to the ground in a heap of limbs. 

✨ wow I can’t believe Datz killed Clay Terran

someone get this simp out of my messages thanks

You might wanna follow at a safer distance... he has a big knife.