Dip$hits in Space, season 1

Episode 3: Delta Station

"Awe man, you were right...this hot-tub is amazing. Totally worth the work." said a very relaxed space-bunny, melting into the jets, like butter.

"I told you, it's an essential part of the William Lawg Experience."

"I don't know about that deal but it's absolutely great at removing stress in your upper-back. You do know there is no way I'm sleeping with you, right?" asked Marley.

"Dude...not even cool. This is just a bro-soak, why do you think I enforced the trunks-on policy." He said looking offended.

"Just clarifying. I mean you do kinda owe me free use of it since I did find the damn thing for you after you ruined the other one." He said stretching his arms.

"Yea what are the odds of finding another hot tub in mint condition like 4 days after the other one got destroyed. Chafee's are naturally lucky, but still...what are the odds?" Lawg yawned, sipping his cola.

"Apparently 1...because we found it. Odds don't really mean anything after the fact because it's already absolute. There is zero in zero chance we wouldn't find it now, because it's already here. Whatever the odds were, it was that number over itself and anything over itself is 1." Marley yawned back.

"Heavy...real heavy. Maybe too heavy for a christening soak in a new tub, but suit yourself. Just wait...with the new tub and a larger capacity...there is gonna be a line of babes just waiting to party with the Lawgmeister." He smiled.

"That's a brand of liquor, you can't claim that name without owing money to someone." he noted.

"No that's Jagger Meister, An alcoholic energy drink invented by the singer of a rock band in the late 1950's, Jefferson Airsmith."

"How do you know all this Earth history?" he asked. "Public archives are so empty when you look up Earth."

"I read a lot...mostly just labels and old facetube videos. The audio has degraded but you can piece it together if you have some detective skills and a lot of free time.

"If the Earth exploded...wouldn't the videos be destroyed?" he asked. '

"Naw, man...the internet is data. Data can't be created or destroyed, that's basic science, Stephan Hawkeye invented that. I think Jeb Gore invented the internet before he became Vice-President of Earth. Anyway it's out there...you just gotta find a good signal. Some of the old Starbase Coffee houses still have active Wifi that hasn't fully drained out yet. Gotta get it while it's there, I don't know where else find Wifi outside the debris field where the earth used to be. I don't even know what Wifi is or how to collect it. I just flew through the dust cloud one time and my GPS got a signal and opened it. Turns out the Password is "Password", same as my old safe Password back before I sold the roof of the SS Tast-E-Chill for fuel money... or something else...food maybe.

"That reminds me...we really should replace that panel some day." said Marley.

"Why? We added enough tape to the canvas last time that it stopped leaking entirely. The second tarp seemed to insulate it so it doesn't get cold anymore." He said tossing Marley a can of Mountain mist.

"Yea, technically the trapped air between the tarps and the umbrella is insulating it, but that's not a permanent solution. Maybe when we dock at the next spaceport or stop at a Quiky-Proton we can see if they have a panel kit." Marley pushed.

"Sure...if we have time." he said looking around.

"That reminds me..." Marley noted. "What exactly does this ship run off of?" he asked.