Alrighty then.
blow these traitors to ape hell
(3) Testing the semi-auto capabilities of your gun, you quickly take out the rest of the breach squad, though firing so fast nearly overheats the plasma ducts: you realize that you'll either need to cool it down or wait a bit, or else it might break. At that moment, a canister bounces in through the door, spewing a cloud of something foul.
drag a blanket over to my adopter and drape it over him, then sniff him to see if I can figure out what's wrong... followed by licking his face to see if he will wake up. If it seems like his life is in danger then drag the phone off the hook and dial 911 with a paw, then step on the hook after the call connects. leave the phone off the hook and ignore the return call that 911 operators always make if a 911 call is canceled, and lie down next to my adoptor and wait for either him to wake up or help to arrive.
(1) Where you lick him, the skin sloughs off. This is much worse than you thought. (3) You manage to pull the handset off the end table without disconnecting it, and with your nose dial the emergency services, then cut off the call to hint at the urgency. However, you can't be sure they won't think it's a misdial or a joke. Nothing's how it used to be...
Odd. You don't know why you thought that. From your reconning you can hardly be more than a few years old, and yet you just made such a comparisson?
No time to dwell on it now, the chimp's in trouble! (2) All you can do now is wait with him and hope for the best.
Be unconscious. Pray to the RNG that I roll a 1.
(3) Your prayers are partially fulfilled, as 3 signifies a partial success. So you partially succeed at regaining consciousness, entering a dream-like state which enables you to make this prayer. (4) After that, though, you continue to dream. The dream is trippy.
Absently chew on them like twizzlers as I contemplate the meaning of life for a mammal such as me.
(4) The question is a puzzling one, and the taste of your snacks is also puzzling. Judging by their puzzled looks, though, you're sure that the marines below no longer have quite as firm a grasp on their answer to the question as you do, and you take consolation in this. Then one of them starts shooting at you...
Dakka dakka.
(4) What the HELL is that thing? So surprised were you by the monstrosity on the rooftop that you immediately unloaded at it, driving the multi-armed thing into the broken window from which it was snatching people.
Blame the negligence of the God of Sense, Jee'em.
Deliver colonists to the correct planet.
Wonder how either Io or Luna qualify as "live-on-able".
(5) You blame is so intense that an explanation is forced to materialize. The module itself is the colony, containing all life-support functions. It was designed to remain in orbit, and for some reason the committee selected Io as the most "depressing" place for prisoners to orbit.
With newfound determination from blaming someone else, you manage to renevous all the modules back together, get the ship fully coupled, then set off towards Jupiter. Who knew piloting a 1km spaceship could be so complicated?