Spaceport

Kefny oversaw the operation of the spaceport of Sodeo City, one of the major hub for the public galactical transportation.

Everyday, thousand upon thousand of spacecrafts flew in and out of the port smoothly with the assistance provided by the station’s system and the personels running the field. He himself would sat or pace around the control center and monitor the crew and staff at work, and maybe compose the daily report or talk to some pilots and captains that travelled far and long, as to lighten their weight and maybe crank up their smile.

Kefny was always on the verge of coming up with something very funny, and at times, he would make people laugh, but other times, not quite. His jokes were improvised, mostly based on the situation, and add-in with his personal experience.

Pilot Mordior called upon his service today.

“Kefny, my lad, how’re you today.”
“Good, good, how’re you?”
“Quite bored, in fact.”
“Why, the day’s just started.”
“Ah, you don’t know. My stomach have been playing naughty since last night.”
“Well, isn’t that unfortunate, mate. How’s Geodiny?”
“Hi,” said Geodiny as he poked his face into view, “Mordior had the best fart sound ever, I could vouched for that. The smell though, nah.”
“Sounded something like this?” Kefny pressed him fat lips against his meaty arms and blew heavily against the skin. The sound was tremendously loud.
“I wasn’t sure there could be a even more pleasant farting noise than Mordior’s,” said Geodiny.
“Ah, you lousy lad,” said Mordior, “We are getting off now, talk to you went we get back.”

And away they flew.

They were a lot of call going up to Kefny’s office, but none were of very much importance, except the one that ringed everyday at exactly 12 noon.

“This is Kefny, everything’s in order, ma’am.”
“...”
“Yes ma’am.”
“...”
“No problem, I will send the message as soon as it landed.”
“...”
“Sure, sure.”
“...”
“Okay, have a good day, ma’am.”