Crazy,THISPLACE.
Your in a strange mood.
No not really, I've been drinking.
Your drunk?
Yes, that's correct.
Have you considered going to one of the confidential meetings?
I was going to use you as a sounding board.
In what way.
Well for Instance in stead of me being drunk which I am totally intoxicated at this point.
I was going to flip it around and put you in the drink.
Your drunk!
I am not you just said you were drinking.
Denial, you should seek some treatments, afraid of what your co-workers might think?
Have you gone mad or something, you must be nuts! I have'nt had anything to drink.
I don't even drink on drinking holidays.
What's a drinking holiday?
St Patricks Day.
On earth , but in space?
Ok when else.
I don't know, during superbowls.
Why can't I talk to you like this?
I don't know you walked up to me drunk and you've been rattling on and on ever since.
I thought it was it funny, I mean I really thought that you could handle it.
The silence in the decompression chamber grew by the minute as the two spacemen continued to decompress.
Why on earth would you want to simulate going into deep ocean water out in deep space?
It makes my head feel light.
Fiber Optic the first spaceman takes a small packet from within the folds of his suit and places a tube between his dentin. His eye's grow wider and wider.
What's that between your cheek and gum?
It's helium;squeaked Fiber Optic. "It makes me sound like a duck."
I see.
Too many times too many times too many times too many times
La-La-La-La-La-La-La
"What was that?"
You do feel the that then?
I can't believe you, we are in deep space and your here inventing different kinds of ways to..
Oh please, hold on a secound.
Open your helmet.
No.
Do it!
Negative, you've gone crazy.
Do it do it do it!
Smoke continued to build up behind his helmet.
I want you get this contact, shot gun!
Hey what's wrong with you, are you ok?
Fiber Optick are you alright.
Fiber Optick took a huge inhalation of whisp like smoke when suddenly his suit became inflated. Smoke leaked out from his boots and he froze as his eyes rolled up into his head. His tounge became thick and hung outside of his mouth and then pressed against the dome of his helmet.
The temperature slowly lowered until it became freezing cold, Fiber Optick fliped the vent on his suit to experience the chill out when his tough quick froze inside the helmet leaving him like a statue in the middle of the test chamber.