I woke up, admiring my long legs, in a beam of Uedama sunlight. Jason Kusion poured me a nice cool glass of cucumber water, “Hello, beautiful!” Dolphin Don chimed in, “Good morning, Princess.” Krig added, “Hey, baby.” It was the start of another great day, but I wasn’t sure what to put in my awesome award-winning blog. I undocked in my beloved pink Catalyst, which has 3887 killmarks, and reclined in my premium pod goo. Finally, I checked my email, and realized exactly what I want to do.
This is some unknown indecipherable sub-dialect of… Cebuano?
Yes, beautiful Cebuano, the language of Vasaya.
I think I know what he means…
The poor fellow lost a Venture.
Jump. Jump. Jump.
Jump. Jump. Jump.
Primary is the Providence.
Shoot on landing.