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28/02/2025
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El_Ceviche

Sooo, a doctor then?
Transcript:
Captain’s log: star date - pump up the volume, dance, dance - RF-D2 still pines for love. He’s been doing all sorts of renditions of sad songs in bleeps and buzzes: I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry, Seasons in The Sun, When Will I Be Loved - and for some odd reason, Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey…
We need to find a girlfriend for RF, Barns. I’ve never seen a garbage pail so downtrodden.
I’m a doctor Tom, not a Yenta.
Come on Barns, everybody needs a little love.
So what makes that robot so special that he gets special consideration? Are you going to find everyone on the ship a date? Are you going to find me a date?
Well, maybe. What’s your ideal woman Barns?
Well, she ought to be a doctor and not a stenographer. Or perhaps a doctor and not a cartographer.
I’m pretty flexible…though I’m a doctor, not a contortionist.