In deep space, two former guards a disgruntled engineer and a confused ship pilot flew past the stars.

"Isaac? What's wrong?" Ellie asked.

"She took my wallet! It had my card in it!?" He yelled dramatically putting an elbow on the window.

"What card? Your credit card?"

"No, my man Card." He sighed. "Now, now I'm just Isaac Clarke, class four engineer, Necromorph slayer, Marker destroyer and all around bad-ass."

"Man Card? What's that?"

"It proves you’re a man. If you don't have one, then you’re just a guy."

"There's a difference?" She asked slightly interested.

"Of course there is!" He yelled, throwing his arms in the air. "A man is someone you go, 'Oh shit! We got a bad-ass over here.' While with a guy it’s just 'Oh hey, morning neighbor.' It's just not the same."

"Right..." She nodded slowly. "Does it do anything else?"

"I can get discounts at Mc. Donalds. And if I get it stamped three times at the meeting, I get a free pie."

"There's meetings?" She asked laughing slightly. "That's a bit ridiculous."

She heard the two guards gasp sharply.

"You two too?" She asked.

They pulled out their own man Cards. Both of them silver with gold trimmings, a battle axe crossing a sword on the front.

"I'm stuck on a ship of lunatics." Ellie hit her head on the dash.

"You also kissed one." Isaac said propping his feet onto the front of the dash and folding his hands behind his head. "Goodnight." In seconds he was asleep.

"Hey, guards." Ellie said.

"Yeah?" They replied.

"Get me a sharpie."

They rummaged around and the one on the left handed her a marker.

"If we're going to be stuck here," She took off the cap, a mischievous smile on her lips. "We're going to have some fun."

Author's Notes:

Credit for the idea goes too, SCP Pinkamena. Sorry it was short, but it wasn't that much of a good topic as I thought. I hope you still like it though.