mates

I have rarely eaten lunch with my work mates.

It made a hell of a big bang, shattered a bunch of glassware, and startled the hell out of my lab-mates.

If you or anyone else drops the ball the angry customer is right there, including the angry wait staff and angry team mates.

It's technically a berthing, not a docking as it mates under the power of the Candarm, not under its own steam.

If my work mates are talking about something other than work, I'm probably not interested.

You could be a lot happier with the cute girl next door, but you'd rather put up with her shit just because you can say to your mates "I go out with a model".

There is too much to discuss here, but in brief:Homo-sapiens, much like other primates, create status hierarchies while competing for resources and mates.

How the movement is transferred to the lock -- via thumbturn or via the main shaft in the case of an actual deadbolt -- is mostly a function of the shape of the piece that mates to the output shaft.

Lost something like 20 billion worth of ships, probably about 8 capital ships atleast, as well as a tonne of T3 stuff, one of the players came online outside of our normal hours with a bunch of mates... and just stole everything.

While my school-mates were being given a generous monthly allowance, their parents credit cards, new computers and condos closer to school with a brand new SUV to drive the quarter mile there and back, I was working a full-time job, taking night school, driving an hour and a half to school and back in a car I was praying wouldn't die on me, sleeping 4 hours a night, and literally eating instant noodles 3 times a day for months on end.