*after finding the much prise Corellian Ale, Odin begins to drink most of the contents. Wondering were Deac is, Odin stumbles to the bridge catching the last parts of the conversation*
Jerks you forgot about me, but no worry I have my own ship. That sith is really starting to get on my nerves. Maybe I shoud....well after the mission I'll consider it.
*touches a remote, gets a confirmation*
All right insurance is a go. Now to find the conference room.
"Dulce bellum inexpertis."
Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:
"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."