Security Log: Supplemental

Kirk told me to assemble my team (i.e. cannon fodder) and then muster for the pre-mission brief (last rites) for our individual responsibilities and assignments (order in which we are to die). I ran back to my quarters and updated my will.
Now to pick my team…
Garcia definitely, he stole my coffee last week, I know he did. It was the good stuff too; Cearly made it…that guy makes the best coffee.
McGee, she told me that my ass looks big in coveralls. I spent 45 minutes spinning around in front of my mirror, got dizzy and threw up all over that stack of Rigellian porn that Dunaway gave me.
And finally….
Curtis, he hit on MacKenzie MacKenzieMacKenzie yesterday. I gotta get him out of the picture.
This will teach them to screw with me…