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Thursday, October 21, 2004
KENNY ROGERS: Insertion +01:20:35
We proceeded up through Kenny Rogers' left foot, escorted by the American fleet. I began to realize that dealing with conflicts within the crew might prove more challenging than facing Confederate soldiers. We gathered in the map room to consider our situation.
LT. ARMCHAIR: So the Americans are refighting the US Civil War inside this gigantic, trans-dimensional Kenny Rogers?
ADMIRAL BLAMB: Right.
LT. ARMCHAIR: But how is the Confederate Army from the 1860s able to hold off the Union Army from the 1970s? It doesn't seem like an even match.
 CAPTAIN CHRISTIE: [slaps the lieutenant] Of course! The Confederates are using dimensional doorways to gather weapons from other time periods!
LT. ARMCHAIR: Ow.
ADMIRAL BLAMB: Another gold star for you, Captain!
I caught Dr. Chip rolling his eyes. After the meeting, he approached me.
DR. CHIP: Admiral, may I have a word with you?
ADMIRAL BLAMB: Sure.
DR. CHIP: There are several sites of significant scientific interest inside Kenny Rogers and they might provide valuable opportunities for study. I have prepared a list of route modifications that will add very little to our travel time but will offer ...
BLAMB: Listen, doctor. We have a mission and we don't have time for detours or delays. Every minute counts and this sub has to stay on track and stay ready. Every second must be accounted for, we can't let our guard down for one moment.
DR. CHIP: But, sir!
BLAMB: This isn't a debate, doctor.
 DR. CHIP: Sir, I am growing weary of the favouritism you show some of the other crew! I am tired of feeling like a second-class crew member!
BLAMB: Dr. Chip, I value every member of this crew, equally! I don't play favourites. Listen ...
[starts to sing]
So, if you're mad, get mad
Don't hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now
And hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
But I'm a lot like you
Dr. Chip wiped a tear from his eye. I gripped his shoulder and continued to sing:
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
BLAMB: Better?
DR. CHIP: Thank you, sir.
Captain Christie entered the corridor.
CHRISTIE: Hey, Admiral! The Science Officer from the American ship asked me out! Can I borrow the sub tonight?
BLAMB: Aw, isn't that nice? Of course you can!
DR. CHIP: [clenches his teeth and grits his fists] GRRRRRRRRR!
2:27 PM
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