Sun Yang's face instantly crumpled in despair. "Captain, I want meat! Meat! Lion's Fang Star has resources, doesn't it? We can't be forced to eat that plastic-flavored Nutrition Paste every day!"
"Tastes like plastic?"
Bai Lin put down his terminal, speaking up for once. "I just scanned it with my micro-analyzer. The components of the Nutrition Paste are completely up to standard. There are no plastic ingredients. Your claim is unscientific."
"Bro, that's easy for you to say! Can you even imagine that cloying texture in your mouth? Can science explain *that*?"
Sun Yang stared at Bai Lin, his face a mask of indignation.
Bai Lin shook his head and went back to fiddling with his terminal. "I can write a report and submit it to the logistics department, but I doubt it'll do any good."
"Forget it. There's no use counting on you rational types!"
