“God damnit, Keelix!” barked the Chief from the speaker,
Exactly right when gravity got weaker;
I grabbed an empty fuel cell to capture my leaking beaker,
But I was too late, grey fluid stained my six sneakers.
I guess this would need a trip to Alpha Sigma,
two compounds indeed to solve this enigma;
We came down rough but to my greatest surprise,
Was a helpful Sigmian dude with three tubes that seemed wise.
He instructed I take, tube A and tube B,
And enough tube C to turn yellow then green;
Then after such time that the mixture turned black,
I take tube A, add 1/2 of 1/3 of that back.
He went over and over but I was distracted,
I played back the sequence while he did a fact check;
I took down his comms number in case I had questions,
But I remembered it mostly, well the general essence.
Back on the ship I mixed and I mixed, but slipped,
And mixed 1/5 instead of 1/6;
I watch the fuel mixture now turning to violet,
“Don’t ever take blue and mix red tube inside it!”
“You’ll know you messed up if it becomes bright lit.”
“Oh… sh—“
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