“Fark!” Septer cried out, as the distraction almost caused her to shear off her own foot with the sharp digging stick on the side of the drillsucker.

“Denny, you fucktard, I just purified this suit! I don’t get any more credits till next fortnight!” She yelled, even though she knew the comms system worked perfectly. She knew it because she could hear the quiet sniggering from Captain Wanker in the speakers of her headset. Okay, so she hadn’t escaped all of the idiots. By idiot standards, Denny was not the worst of the lot, but his sense of humour (infantile) and his work ethic (non-existant) left a lot to be desired.

She managed to look over her shoulder to see the hulking giant of a Martian gathering up more of the gunk to throw her way. “I swear it Denny, you throw that shite at me again, I’ll let loose the dogs of hell. I don’t care if you are my boss, I’ll let you fucking have it.”