"I'm bored..."
"Commander, create some excitement, otherwise it's too boring."
"Or you could sell your looks and conjure up some salacious literature for us to gossip about in our spare time."
"Indeed, just a little bit, since, boss, your 'hooks' might only sell a little bit."
On the spaceship, the boss, looking at the daily reports from other captains, felt his blood pressure rise.
As a graduate mentor under thirty years old (twenty-nine years and nine months), he had always been the pride of the heavens, a dragon among men, always worshipped by others. He had never been humiliated like this before.
"And what the heck are 'hooks' anyway? Unlucky, do you even know what 'hooks' means?"
Unlucky was silent for a long time before stiffly saying, "Probably... a word that shouldn't be said casually."
"You know, don't you? Just spit it out!"
"Boss, you might as well look it up online, after all, researching literature is part of scientific work."
