post plot action

"Damnit!" Dirk yelled when he hit the floor. Pulling his legs down
from the bunk to join the rest of his body on the floor of his
quarters, the scientist wobbled his way out of the room and into the
corridor. He walked around the ship aimlessly, staggering. The booze
he had consumed had dulled the sound of the voices in his head. His
intoxicated state did not go unnoticed by his fellow Blue Dwarfers.
"He looks drunk," one said as he walked by.
"But how? They've dumped all the alcohol on board."
Dirk made his way to one of the catwalks overlooking a severe drop
into the bowels of the ship. "This is it. I've had enough. One good
swan dive and it's all over with. No more problems. No more
solutions. No more equations. No more Y=X and X=N. No more messy
interactions with people." He climbed over and sat on the rail with
his feet dangling over the abyss. "No more late fees. No more record
clubs with by one for a penny and get 15 free. No more horrid Joel
Schumacher films. No more beer..............Wait a minute. I think I
just found the one flaw in my plan." Dirk sat on the edge of the drop
weighing the pros and cons of death and beer.
OOC-never underestimate the resourcefullness of an alcoholic in times
of beverage shortages.