"However, masquerading as an Exec, no matter how worthy your motives, cannot be allowed to go unpunished. You will report to the Discipline Master for a three-and-three every day for the next five days. And you will not be allowed to leave the ship during the time we remain in repair dock. Dismissed." "Thank you, great sir." The Guesser turned on his heel and marched out, heading for the Discipline Master. It was good to be home again. End of Project Gutenberg's But, I Don't Think, by Gordon Randall Garrett