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Monday, February 5, 2001
Wednesday, February 7, 2001
Friday, February 9, 2001
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February 5, 2001: Mitch: The groundhog saw his shadow on Friday. We're going to have six more weeks of winter! Al: We're in orbit. The only weather we have comes from the air conditioner! Mitch: You sure? I kinda feel a draft... Al: Try opening a window. See if that makes it any better!
February 7, 2001: Will: This is a big place, Skip. I don't think that only the six of us can run it! Skip: Not to worry, dude! You guys are just the upper management. I've hired lots of cheap laborers and given all of them red uniforms so they stand out. Here comes one now! Good morning, Ensign Kenny! Will (whispering): Stay away from the airlocks!
February 9, 2001: Mitch: Skip's space station is nice, but I wish it had a holodeck! Kepler: Not me... ...we'd indulge in pointless fantasy, living in our own fictionalized Utopias, wasting our talents until we collapsed under the weight of our own narcissism! Mitch: We'd all end up like Robert Downey, Jr.? Kepler: Yes, except not in prison.
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