Starcraft: Fixing the Depot[Are you positive this should go here?]More Like This
(Does I look like Terran to you?)
[You're not quite being a particular help on this project.]
(Stop talking big words. Hard to hear.)
[Fine. I will try to activate the structure once more ]
( Still no make noise.)
[Argh! How does this forsaken contraption operate?!]
"What's goin' on?"
The Zealot and Hydralisk turned toward the direction of the newest speaker, who appeared before them as an SCV operator; made notable by the toolkit in his pocket and overalls he was wearing. The Terran in question was smoking nonchalantly with an eyebrow raised up a few centimeters, wondering why these two were hanging around an unused supply depot when they should be getting killed by the hundreds of so-called "authors" on Fanfiction.net. Of course! Why hadn't they thought of it before! The two alien races looked at each other, not needing to speak to know they shared the same idea.
[Good sir,] the Protoss warrior started out, [we are attempting to recon