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“This day is so full of stronk!”
Lee kicked the cage full of tribbles threatening to explode in the cargo bay.
“Full of what?!?!?” Ted asked
Ted was skeptical. “Is stronk even a word?”
Lee forgot about his troubles with tribbles for a moment, for he reveled in those moment in which he could show off his superior grasp of vocabulary whenever an opportunity presented itself.
“Of course. I get daily words waved to my cabin every morning. Y’know, those waves where you increase your language skills… That was the word of the day yesterday.”
Ted remained unconvinced.
“I don’t think you’re using it right, if it’s even a real word.”
“Dude, while you are tossing off to girly mags in your bunk, I am bettering myself. If you doubt me, go ask Lucas. Otherwise shut the hell up and help me deal w–“
Lee never finished his sentence. The crate exploded and filled the room with love and pink fur.
Another in the series of flash fictions I wrote on a different site in 2019, some modifications, all minor. For the record, “stronk” is a real word; at least OED thinks it is. It doesn’t mean anything close to how Lee uses it, but he’s too busy to talk about it at the moment. Also, file under “warped drive”.