“¿Authorization to dig here?”
“Authorization granted.”
“Hey, I’m trying to eat here, ¿OK?”
“Authorization granted.”
“Augh.” The mess hall eater rose & stormed out, only to be blocked by 2 guards in checkered uniforms.
“Authorization not granted.”
They grabbed him & escorted him back to the lasagna floor where Cap’n Emery was still digging into volcanic tomato paste & sat him back down to his fork & knife.
“Now, we’re all going to have a good family meal, ¿OK?” said the omniscient voice sternly.
Both Emery & her brother looked downward & said, “Yes, Commander.”