Conor Bottletop is like Whatever

Bllionaire industrialist Zob Bottletop was beginning to regret appointing his son as head of mapping command.

‘Tell me that again Conor’

‘It’s like this, we left Triangula I was like you guys don’t like me, and navigation was like, you know …all arsey, and I was like whatever, and they were all we need co-ordinates, and I was like ye should know them, and they were all we need them now,and I was like just do your jobs and then there was this binary star system, or something -I guess, and they were all, we’re completely lost …and stuff’