"I think we are pretty well finished now—"
"We better be," Maise interrupted. "My ship is pulling out in four hours."
"Right on the button, eh?" said the SR Officer. He fumbled in a desk drawer and withdrew a bulky folder, from which he extracted a smaller manuscript, and handed it to Maise. "I think you will find it complete and suitably expressive, now, sir."
Maise scowled as he accepted the document. "It makes no difference to me. I didn't want to get involved with the report in the first place."
"I know," the SR Officer nodded agreeably. "But don't worry. Nobody is going to prefer any charges against anybody in any case. What they want back on Earth is all the information they can get on morale problems, so that they can more effectively implement their planning. You know how it is."
"How would I know?"
The SR Officer snapped, "I can understand your sentiments, but don't blame me. Remember, I'm just a lieutenant, and I just work here in Morale."
"Sure," Maise said, cracking a grin on his stiff lips. "Sorry. I know it isn't your fault."
He opened the report, and commenced reading.