I always imagined it was something about eating crayons.
I think they eat them and throw the fudge coloured ones at the enemy. I never got to that stage of training though, as I was recruited straight out of the Corp to head up the new space police force.
We only accept the holistic church of Lord Braben here.
Brothers and sisters, bask in his holy grin of smugness, and adorn yourselves with hair in the style of some middle aged man waiting for his combover to reveal itself - the Holy Combover of the book of Roadmap, it shall reveal itself, and all will be well.
Followed shortly by the feeding of the five fat developers, using 12 metric tonnes of pepperoni pizza, and 18 thousand gallons of diet coke.
Thereafter followed by the sermon on the Cambridge carpark, held by Lord Brebus himself, where the five chosen disciples of the Holy Roadmap will be announced, from amongst the gimpiest department of frontier towers, and no longer shall they dwell in their mothers' basements, for they shall have risen into the holy light of the daytime, like vampires from their sweaty fish-smelling basement crypts.
I should note that I had no idea where I was going with the scripture above, it just kinda happened...
May the Roadmap guide your ways, Brother.
See above for details dear sister.
That's easy - Australia.
That's how Angry got down there - his sidewinder clipped through the station surface, and bam, he was henceforth an Australian.
We still need twice as many female toilets as male ones.
Why? Do you have two wieners?