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Maxwell: No really. Space battles, insane cults, chaos on the station. ::He shrugged, grinning.:: You know, pretty quiet. He jerked a thumb towards the lift, indicating for Wallace to follow on. Stepping into the inter-deck lift, the pair lifted slowly up to deck eight and made for Max's office and more importantly, his filing cabinet. Offering Wallace a seat, Max opened the middle drawer before pulling out a bottle of scotch which he brandished with a grin. this is one decently hidden stash! *Wally will remember that*