“Dude you think the Skipper of this starship is a liar? I worked with the tallest tale spinner ever on Vega nine.” I had told the crew members.
I worked with a dude whose lies had driven me almost insane.
Well finally one day I couldn’t sleep, so I used the last of my Imperial Dabtre Credits to get an ounce of fourth water out of the dispenser, and a snort of third air out of the canister, and just let him have it.
I had to tell him, “Look Flash, or whatever your name is, you are not from some crazy planet called Earth. Because air does not, nor has it ever came from some organism that grows out of the ground thirty foot tall; It comes from a processing plant. Water does not, nor has it ever came from a hole in the ground or fell from the sky, it comes from a processing plant. But in some fairy tale, if it did, no society would be stupid enough to cut down the trees to make things to wipe their butts with, and there is no freakin way they would shit in the water. So just shut up!!!”