The One With More Information Than You Required.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Scrad and Charlie are lounging in a pile of pillows and people. They are looking shirtless, surprisingly well-built, and very pleased with themselves.]

Beach.

[Scrad says.]

Space-babes.

[Charlie says. The pile of space-babes waves and makes kissy faces. There are five of them. One of them is a dude. This does not preclude him from being a babe. Scrad asks:]

What was the problem again?

[And they cut the feed.

...

...

...some time later, Charlie appears alone on screen:]

Uh. We got a problem here.

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[twoheadsofcabbage]

Outta curiosity, if we were to just slip away?

[Charlie asks.]

[flashy_magic]

Then there'd be the chance that legal paperwork would be filed here saying those four women were married to you, and we won't know what that means legally here since we're not from this place, and it wouldn't be fair to punish women for sleeping with you, now would it?

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Technically, we could be talking about three women, and Brad.

[Charlie points out. Scrad looks like he would happily decapitate himself, if that were an option.]

[flashy_magic]

And aside from choice of nouns, that makes no difference to what I just said.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Why should we care if it's fair or not? Life isn't fair.

[Scrad argues.]

[flashy_magic]

It's not, but life's unfair because that's the way it is. You can choose to be fair. That's the difference.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Yeah, but there's nothing in it for you if you do.

[Scrad says.]

[flashy_magic]

Sure there is. You run into those babes again somehow, there's a better chance you'll get to sleep with them again. People on the Barge who know what you were up to will be more likely to put in a good word for you when you try to get laid at future ports. That sort of thing.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

You just had to bring future sex into it, didn't you?

[Charlie complains. Scrad grouses.]

Okay, okay, we'll do...whatever.

[flashy_magic]

Good!