James hated spaceships. Now he was stuck on his second one in less than a week. Technically a third, if you counted the shuttle- which no one should ever do, because counting it would be the same as acknowledging it being a vehicle and all that would do is encourage it. The planetary shuttle is a ridiculous craft: see above. Anyway here James was stuck on another spaceship bound for who knew where, now an official criminal instead of a subversive one, and he still hadn’t gotten to blow up one single spaceship. His life was a cauldron of misery. It didn’t help that Gareth was so happy about all of this. He kept going on about ‘adventure’ and ‘adapting to the culture of a new environment’. He was also pretty excited about the yogurt, which James came very close to admitting was a nice thing for a startup to be able to provide. He really wanted coffee but surprisingly that was unavailable and so he continued to find fuel for the raging fire of pessimism in his soul.