Pac-Man & Space Invaders

"Oh for... yikes!" Scott Dunson cried. That was just too close as the door swished closed uncomfortably snug against his hindquarters. "What is it with snafus and Dunson?" Scott muttered to himself. This was the second one within a week. "Oh yaff," Scott muttered to himself. "My stuff. Nina! Computer! Location Nina Black!"

The computer gave the location of Nina Black's quarters in a much calmer tone and a calm blinking light for poor excitable Scott Dunson to follow.

Scott Dunson and his many mutterings shuffled down the corridor following the pretty light. He rang the indicated door.

Nina opened the door, her very long waist-length hair a bit disheveled as she gazed at Scott. "What on Earth?"

"Good question," Scott replied. "Apparently, I'm the King of Snafus, and I am your assistant and was told to drag it aboard and that my things would make it; can you make sure that my things..." Scott shrugged helplessly. "I don't trust it, the way things have been going, if you get my drift..."

"Come in. First, let's find where your luggage went off to," Nina reassured.

Scott followed the young woman into the barren quarters. He watched as she seated herself and pressed a couple of buttons. The screen lit up. "There we go. You're right. It would appear we are always the last to know. There's your quarters; your stuff was beamed right into them."

"Not much to our quarters." Scott looked around Nina's room dubiously.

Nina laughed. "The holographics aren't turned on."

"Our quarters have holographic interface capabilities?" Scott's face lit up in childlike glee.

"I WILL win at Pac-Man. I will," Nina teased.