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The One With More Information Than You Required.

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

[Scrad argues.]

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

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

[Scrad says.]

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.