[Entry 4]

"Today was interesting. It seems that one of the female officers has taken a liking to me. She's nice. On the other hand, as power hungry and maniacal as the next Imperial, but she's nice. I worked a long shift on one of the arrays today, and she was kind enough to bring me lunch. Why she decided to bring me meatloaf I'll never understand; I would've eaten ANYTHING else from our cafeteria. Anyways, after she left, I promptly chucked the thing into the combustion chamber during a test fire. As I watched my lunch disintigrate before my very eyes, I realized shortly after that the power of the Death Star and ionized plasma can't get rid of the smell. Later, the guy that took over my station after my shift was over, came to the conclusion that I have gas, and won't stop calling me Gassy Gunner...I hate that guy..."