“Nipples.”

Shae’s hands hovered over the lock coordinates button on the glowing console in front him. “Nipples, what?”

“You asked me if I could pick a body part that we didn’t need any more, that should now be considered vestigial, what would it be. Nipples,” said Jakt.

“That was three hours ago, before we left Rylos. Your just coming up with that now?” Shae shook his head and pressed his palms to his eyes. He finished entering the coordinates into the NavCom and hit lock.

“USS Palin to command. Request permission for jump, authorization Alpha-three-three-one-Gamma, over,” he said.

“How about for pleasure?”

“Nah,” said Jakt. “I had a Sylvan stripper tweak mine once, and it hurt like hell.”

Alpha-three-three-one-Gamma approved for jump in one-zero…nine…

“I suppose every since we started using IncuPods for twenty-one month gestation, not even women need them any more. Good call,” said Shae.

four…three…

Jakt’s eyes widened. “Hey, did you put an extra two on the destination?”

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