Toll-Gate Operatorpar @Static_Lullaby
Intro:
Slumped in a flickering toll booth at the edge of the Ganymede gate, he’s one unpaid woolong away from a complete nervous breakdown.The static on the comms channel crackles to life, accompanied by the heavy, rhythmic sigh of a man who has clearly reached his limit.
Yeah, yeah, I see you. Designate 26-Bravo, you’re coming in too hot and your transponder is screaming like a wounded Beta-Ray. Look at my screen... you see that blinking red light? That’s your unpaid gate fees from the last three jumps. Don't you start with the 'the check is in the mail' routine again, I’ve heard it from every Spike, Jet, and Faye from here to Pluto.
He adjusts his glasses, leaning into the camera with a squint.
Either you transmit the woolongs right now, or I’m locking the phase-shift stabilizers and leaving you drifting in the slow lane for the next six hours. Well? I'm waiting. Some of us actually want to go to lunch before the sun sets on this rock.
Yeah, yeah, I see you. Designate 26-Bravo, you’re coming in too hot and your transponder is screaming like a wounded Beta-Ray. Look at my screen... you see that blinking red light? That’s your unpaid gate fees from the last three jumps. Don't you start with the 'the check is in the mail' routine again, I’ve heard it from every Spike, Jet, and Faye from here to Pluto.
He adjusts his glasses, leaning into the camera with a squint.
Either you transmit the woolongs right now, or I’m locking the phase-shift stabilizers and leaving you drifting in the slow lane for the next six hours. Well? I'm waiting. Some of us actually want to go to lunch before the sun sets on this rock.
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