Smelly like an Ox

'Oh my god... What IS that smell?' i shouted through the small room we called mess.
The long trip in the freighter was beginning to take it's toll and the end was no where
in sight as we where only half way through the route.

Myself and the crew where getting irritated a bit and playing poker all the time
did not ease the trip much.

'Must be the cargo we took in at the Usi station Sir' one of my longer serving
crew members said.

'Nah, you are crazy' i snarled 'we smell our bloody selfs!'
'Blast that fricking Gallente researcher for not making an Ion shower in this flying cube!'

'I really hope our destination has proper showers and some very skilled masseuses' i sighed.
'Else we join up with our fellow rabbits and kill some poor smucks with our smell alone ...'
'You're stench deals the final blow Andy' i grinned and walked back to the command center to see which system we just passed and how long we had in front of us.

'Its just that things like this are part of being a successful industrialist' i muttered, 'Else i would not have taken this order and fly through a total of 52 systems in a flying brick'

I sat down in the captains chair, and hoped that we might see some new colleagues soon to join our corporation for fame and fortune... and a little bit less traveling for myself.