Dear S.S. Isopod Crew,
Whomever disconnected and took my right forward arm while I was recharging last night, I would appreciate it if you kindly returned it to my body. I need it. While I see the humor in said action, and in truth, said action would be something I would do for a good giggle, the timing on this little prank couldn’t be any worse. I cannot finish cleaning the previously mentioned damaged control panels without my arm. Need I remind you that if I don’t get the panel cleaned in a timely manner, the captain will be grumpy. Do you really want the captain grumpy? Remember what happened last time the captain was in a grump?
So, if the person (or machine or experiment) responsible for taking my arm could return it ASAP, I… uh… promise… yes, promise that I won’t hold a grudge… very much.
Thank you for your time,
-π
And thus Fate hands you the perfect opportunity to upgrade surveillance!