[Hank makes a face at him for a second and then shrugs, looking back at the thing in his hand. That doesn't really sound right, but he can't exactly argue.]
I don't know, where I come from people write right on the bottle what all the medical shit does. Guess they forgot how to do that in space.
[Yeah, he's still stuck on that. Label your weird shit. He opens the container he's holding, looking at what's in it. He sniffs at it. God, maybe if he felt better he'd be able to put his brain back on a better track here, but-]
How d'you figure the chances that some astronauts decided to put lube in their first aid kits?
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[Hank makes a face at him for a second and then shrugs, looking back at the thing in his hand. That doesn't really sound right, but he can't exactly argue.]
I don't know, where I come from people write right on the bottle what all the medical shit does. Guess they forgot how to do that in space.
[Yeah, he's still stuck on that. Label your weird shit. He opens the container he's holding, looking at what's in it. He sniffs at it. God, maybe if he felt better he'd be able to put his brain back on a better track here, but-]
How d'you figure the chances that some astronauts decided to put lube in their first aid kits?