Assam Beeblebrock valiantly walked through the small corridors of his SCG35 Assault Frigate. Assam was Commander of the Jennifer, the 85th most prestigious battleship that the Union of Sovereign Nations comissioned. 1 through 84 were led by those commanders that went to prestigious Spatial Warfare academies, for the most part private institutions. Assam had the pleasure of going to a state funded program and although more intelligent and less in debt than his colleagues, the matter of fact was that he still went to a public school.
There were no hard feelings between Assam and his fellow colleagues. In fact, a majority of the commanders for 86 through 1,345 went to private institutions as well and this satiated Assam's minute although present need for power. For now, Assam felt content.
It was the 2,345th straight day that Assam's ship was patrolling the borders of Alfalfaleus and Chipotlens. And except for a few drunken space pilots flashing (in the naughty way) the Assault Frigate, there was nothing to report. In fact, there had been no war since all sugary drinks had been eliminated from the diets of the Debrons. Apparently, sugar caused obesity, and obesity caused frustration, and people became obese because they were frustrated. So the politicians and CEOs in the world took the liberty of creating world peace. It was nice. But for Assam it was torture. The thought of waking up every day and space biking through the corners of space to his powerful assault frigate, commanding the legions of doom, and going home to work out and sleep, was enough to drive a young man insane.
That is until he found a new temporary way to numb his mind. Lunch. He would make exquisite lunches and eat them with a gigantic smile on his face. We flash back to July 1st, 3019 to a memorable day and an award winning lunch.
...Alfalfa sprouts fond on Alfalfaleus and a Chipotle and Pepper tortilla wrap on Chipotlens are the key ingredients. He carefully coated the SPICY wrap with light mayo, added slices of salty and creamy American cheese and placed the space grown alfalfa on top of the sauce and cheese. He then carefully placed the chicken on the lovely ingredients and enclosed the wrap.
He carefully took out from his cryogenic refrigerator, string cheese he had saved from 2009 as well as a New Jersey peach so succulently defined by sweetness. He put this together in a space plastic bag and his lunch was complete.
Right as he sat down to eat his beautiful lunch, the Andrewgenos Reidsums flew in from warp space. They fired their proton pasifacators. Assam ran to the battle station and screamed, "This is war!!!"
-To be continued
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