Doom, Despair, Catastrophe
by: SLWatson

Disclaimer:  Alas, they belong to Best Brains, Inc. This is just for fun, not for profit.

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"I really think this is one time we need to break our 'no calling the Mads' rule, and call the Mads."

If a robot without eyes could eye someone skeptically, Tom Servo would most certainly be eyeing Mike Nelson in such a way. "Why?"

"Well, if it keeps going like this, won't there be huge supply issues?" Mike's eyebrows went up. "I don't wanna die because of something stupid like this."

"So melodramatic," Crow commented, looking at the supposedly massive supply issue in the making. "It's really not that bad, Mike. I mean, haven't you ever had this problem on Earth?"

"Yeah, but I'm not on Earth!"

"Just because you're in the cold, merciless vacuum of space doesn't mean every little thing turns into a catastrophe," Servo said, shaking his dome and turning to hover out of the kitchen.

"Try putting it in perspective," Crow offered, not-really-that-helpfully.

Mike took a long moment to watch the persistent, every four-second drip. "But... we're in space, and uhm, the water supply..."

Crow sighed, and followed belatedly after Servo. "It's just a leaky faucet, Mike. Let it go."