gearshift48 Somebody speaks up. "Ah, so alcoholism transcends all, eh?" And everyone chuckles. They all raise their mugs and take a swig simultaneously.
Whitnyl chuckles softly before sipping his coffee. "And here I thought the galaxy would be exciting. From what information we have from before our stasis, the galaxy common; the galaxy we're slightly curved around, has a problem with self-proclaimed gods who rule over mortals by keeping them down using fear and violence." He sounds pissed at that.