| A few days ago, I was at one of those parties - you know the type, where they shoot you full of stims if you start to drag, and you just keep going until reality starts to fold in on itself and turn into confetti, and there's the scent of rosewater and….
To make a long story short, I accidentally sent the wrong cargo over to <Station>. They were less than amused to receive a crate of live Intaki peepers rather than the cryo-stored Luminaire skippers they needed. One frog is much like another, but the pet-shop variety make very poor laboratory testing groups. Take these over, and they may forgive me enough to require my services in the future.
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