Giggles slept like a well-concussed log.

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[i]CargoLift VRT-2 #1493850 had always done its absolute best in life, as was the honour of every robot in its line of work. It took pride in its strength, its patience, even, to some extent, in its stupidity. Its duties were simple, and so was its intent to carry them out.

The crate made its usual sound of ever-so-slightly jostling contraband as CargoLift slotted its arms into its hollows. There were other sounds, too, very unusual sounds, but it paid these no heed. A robot like itself was never distracted.

Though the reinforced box was heavier than it was accustomed to, CargoLift made no complaint. It took the crate down the cargo ramp, smoothly avoiding the team of professionals that calmly murdered any SWAT personnel that still showed face, and gently set it down on a hoverplate.

Great! Time for the next box.

There was another person in the hold this time. CargoLift paid him no heed. He wasn't in the way. He was just reading the tags on the side of the box. What a wholesome fellow. CargoLift gripped its box and felt a moment of meditative harmony, that special kind of satisfaction when two persons can work side by side without needing to exchange a single word.

CargoLift picked up its box. Giggles whipped out his machete.

Ah yes, thought CargoLift. Harmony.[/i]

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[colour=darkkhaki]"Mghghghgrgrnnnnn,"[/colour] said Giggles, trying to stretch sinews that were somehow even more fucked up than they'd been the previous afternoon when he'd fought a three-tonne robot over a hold full of party favours and novelty-use-only.

Part of the reason for this was because he'd slept on a bunk meant for hardened criminal veterans. Though Giggles easily fit the bill, the type of people who made things for threaded gangsters somehow kept making the mistake of thinking they slept rough by choice, and not because nobody ever gives them a [i]reasonable fucking bed.[/i]

[colour=darkkhaki]"Hgrhrhr,"[/colour] Giggles continued. He checked his phone. No signal. Damn it. That meant no spicy memes to wake up to.

Time to figure out the ship's wifi password.

In boxers and a sweaty vest, Giggles checked his kit, and when he was sure it was still where he left it and intact, stumbled off into the corridor.

[colour=darkkhaki]"We're not going back, we have nothing worth selling, and if we don't do groceries in the next twenty hours I have dibs on the escape pod,"[/colour] rasped Giggles, wishing for various things. A chair. A cigarette. A full-body massage from a Vasishkan supermodel. In the nude. With oil.

[colour=darkkhaki]"But by all means keep planning. I'm just here to scab the wifi."[/colour] He jabbed the phone in SIGINT's general direction. [color=darkkhaki]"Have you done any maintenance at all? On yourself, not that toy. If you die of infection I swear I'm gonna push your body out the airlock with a pole... Skinny nerd."[/color]