[... hm. Dave thinks on that for a minute, then pauses to pat at his person again, like he was before he got hit with a very silly distaction. he pulls out a package of half-eaten Twizzlers. he also pulls out his most coveted item on this very dull space station: a pen he'd managed to pilfer from one of the empty rooms in the quarters.]
Lemme see your arm. [he doesn't have any paper handy, and Dirk's already put Hella Jeff on there. may as well offer to make it a whole comic.]
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Lemme see your arm. [he doesn't have any paper handy, and Dirk's already put Hella Jeff on there. may as well offer to make it a whole comic.]