Fifty of us made it down to the life deck.
But, uh oh, there's just one lifepod.
Ten seats.
Well the thing is, we were all friends.
They were all my Jack Crusher.
We didn't fight over who should live and who should die.
We waited for orders,
and then finally
some Lieutenant comes down
and she just starts pointing.
You,
you,
and you.
And she's pointing at me.
Why-why me?
I'm just some dips*** from Chicago.
And now I'm lucky number 10.