***Story Of The Mute***

"Great we're starving, go make sandwiches"

I pull him into the kitchen, where I...
"CAN I GET A BOOST "

"A boost..." Fires another chip into you "You can now levitate up to 2 feet, aslong as we are within 50 yards"

I am totally joyful. I levitate. With my wrist still attached to his, I wind up dragging his arm up with me. I set down on the counter, where I find a loaf of bread I had used earlier. "One slice of bread or two?"

"two, definitely two"

"Crusts on or off?"

"On, Im getting very hungry"

I levitate over to the fridge. *This is fun. Oh dear. I bet he heard that. I wonder if he'd fit in a lamp. This new two headed alien genie I've acquired. Oh dear, I know he heard that.* I open the fridge, and pull out a large meat-loaf. (Don't ask me what kind of meat. Meat-loaf will have to suffice.) And I also get a barbecue sauce from the back of the fridge. For good measure, since I don't know when I'll be able to do this again, I take a look in the freezer. There's not much up there, naturally. A spider. Frozen to his cobweb. "ICK!" I shout, dropping the barbecue sauce on my newly attached acquaintance's toe. I glide down to grab it, then carry it and my meatloaf back to the counter, dragging him across the room. I slice the meatloaf into 1/2 inch slices (or reasonably so, slather them with barbecue sauce, and place them on slices of bread). "Yummies up!"

"thanks" Gulps down the sandwich in one gulp "tastes good" "Now tell me about yourself"

"I'm a captain! I grew up in Newport. Got a gig as a mechanic. Worked my way up until I could buy a ship. She's a bit old, but she doesn't have a bit of rust on her. I can assure you of that. She'll be flying long after I'm gone. And I don't have a death wish."

"well thats a good thing then, so what brings you out into this area of nowhere?"

I glance over at my pilot.
"Suffice it to say, I was not very detail oriented, and we stumbled into a sector of space where we didn't belong."
*My pilot decided to leave the console without activating the auto-pilot, but he didn't know any better, so I'll accept my part in the incident. It hasn't gone sour so far.*

"ah, by the way I can read your thoughts now" "Should I get rid of him?"

"Get rid of who? Of course not!"
*This isn't that sort of problem. I find him tolerable, if a bit unintelligible at times.*

*Okay dont let him annoy me, I have a short temper*
"Righty-o Well I must get some sleep"

*I won't. He's not annoying. Just a bit of a blockhead.*
I feel a tug at my wrist. "O, yeah, sorry about that."