Yet another late night in the Orange for the Pri Sci editors...for the Captain, it's a case of deja vu, only this time with different faces and a different subject. Previously the Captain had to stay late in the office for the sake of our great nation's Physics students. And previously, late night dinners in the office were with such esteemed men and women like the flying Dutchman RB and KN...now the Captain is accompanied by the motorbiker's better half WM, and the great Markorat himself.
Unfortunately Markorat is about to depart the fluorescent-lit passageways of the great Orange building (great being an oxymoron here for most of us). So with every action taken, every word that escapes his throat, it is with the thought that "This will be one of my last meals/last words/last breaths/last cigarettes, etc, as an Orange Editor....". What emotion, what sentiment...Markorat IS Markorat!
Markorat in one of his last meals as an Orange Editor...heh.
Err...3 of the Pri Sci team, staying back in the office to eat fast food and squint almost futilely at a ton of papers with illegible scribbling because well...they didn't hire enough editors to do the work, and secondly, the managing editor can read his own handwriting so he assumes everyone else can. Whose fault is it anyway?
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