(troggy, baby, you keep up this blatent regard for protocol and you will be killed for treason. Repeatedly)

A shiny new clone cylinder falls from the sky and lands on the whale, obliterating it into a bloody blubbery mess of blood and blubber. It hisses as the airlocks open and a dazed and confused plunK steps out. Rather ironic that the hygiene officer is the one making the mess.

Also, who knows what Troggy is doing inside the building? Perhaps you should all follow him, before he does something traitorous while you aren't watching!

(Please forgive my brevity and lack of spellcheck, this post is brought to you by the G1 since my main PC is currently out of comission.)

"Trog? Ah well, he's gone."

"Well team leader, the door appears to be open although by possibly traitorous means. What now?"

"We were not the ones who opened it and therefore, the treason is not of our doing, citizen Tork." I walk through the door, into the building.

...
"Uh, yes please," I say to the secratary. "I've heard so many good things about this place. May I have a tour of the building?"

I follow the others into the building.

(main pc still out of comission)

You are all in the foyer of the Smooth Operators, and Troggy is having a conversation with the receptionist behind the desk.
"Well, we are a small operation, and we just moved into this building, so there really isn't anything tour worthy at the moment. If you would like, I do have some samples!" She guestures towards a basket sitting on the edge of her desk, it is full of data cards that should fit in your com unit/smartphone. "Please! Take one!"

>>>>>Has my new body spawned yet? its been like 5 weeks

"Thank you very much." I say, taking one of the free samples. I slide it into the com-unit, but nothing happens. I slide it out, and back in again. Still nothing. I bang the com unit against the desk several times. The screen remains blank.
"Gah!" I exclaim, throwing the device to the floor and kicking it across the room.
The card slides out when it collides with the wall, and I realize I had inserted the card backwards.
I storm across the room, cursing at the com-unit under my breath and pick it up, angry at the pain in my toe from kicking it.
"Some smartphone," I complain, in the hopes that no one else realized that it was my lack of intelligence that prevented it from working.
I jam the card in the right way, and force a smile before our happiness officer arrives.
The com-unit flickers on, and I almost hope that my assult broke it, so it would seem that it had actually been faulty from the start.
I stare at the screen irately as I wait for it to work.