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[mathematician]

I'll be sure to add it to the list of things for their group to pick up for us. Beer, Tequila, Vodka?

[And he means it. Along with, well... a few of his own personal requests. Now it's Lowell's turn to reply back, although since he's more or less just pushed Vennett's hands off the keys, he's still logged into Vennett's account while saying this:]

Don't underestimate yourselves. You're a sneaky lot. I'm sure backup would just slow you down.

[alittlesweptup]

I'm touched you noticed

[mathematician]

This is Lowell now, by the way. I don't want Vennett getting credit for being observational.

[alittlesweptup]

Figures. That old bastard wouldn't know efficiency if it bit him in the arse

[the_array_team]

You WANNA chop ice? That jobs still open like.

[alittlesweptup]

You'd really want to put an ice pick in my hands?

[mathematician]

No, we'd give you only a spoon.

[the_array_team]

Might work up to a fork if ya do good.

[alittlesweptup]

On second thought maybe I'll just stay up in space until all the oxygen on the base runs out

[mathematician]

Don't be a baby.

[alittlesweptup]

I'm not chipping ice for you sods. You'll have to take your drinks well

[mathematician]

It's to keep the Transporter cool for all the traveling you'll be doing. Not for bubbly.

[alittlesweptup]

Well that's less fun

[the_array_team]

Trust me. yer getting the fun job.

[alittlesweptup]

Lovely

Well, work out the details. I'll get the whole gang together and we'll come round tomorrow evening to do the deed