There was another human with the casual mob. Tazak, who had grown used to differentiating members of the species, thought he looked like Mikey. The Cyrastorian glanced over at his colleague. — What the fuck are these cunts daein here? They've no goat authorisation. Mikey smiled. — Ah gied thum authorisation but, eh. That's ma brar. He nodded at Alan, who smiled at Tazak, showing a full set of Earth teeth like Mikey's. — You dinnae fuckin gie nae cunt authorisation oan this fuckin ship, Mikey! Tazak pointed at himself.— Ah'm the only cunt that gies any cunt authorisation! Right?! Mikey stood up. — Naw, it's no right, mate. Ye see, thaire's gaunny be some fuckin changes roond here. This is ma fuckin ship now. — Fuck off, Piltonian, dinnae you start gittin wide oan ays, Tazak scoffed, as Mikey squared up to him. — You're no the only cunt wi psychic powers, Tazak. Mind that, Mikey warned. Tazak laughed like a drain. This would be fuckin sad if it wasn't so funny. It was time this so-called top boy was put in his place.
