Into the unknown

Who: French refuges/bait, Mk.7 and Seymour
Where: Aboreum
When: A few minutes after restauraunt post
Mk.7 dragged a bulky object covered in a sheet towards the jungle
turned aboreum. Following at a slight distance were a few dozen
french refugees drawn at random to act as bait to distract any
vicious plantlife they may come across. They loitered around the
aborum entrance waiting for Seymour to arrive. Mk.7 managed to keep
from boredom by tinkering with the object under the sheet. The only
thing the french found to occupy themslvs with was arguing about
what vintage of every kind of wine in existance is, or rather was,
the best. A whil later, Seymour came round the corner. he had
clearly decided to make full use of the many clothes he had stored
in his exensive wardrobe. He wore an old african hunting helmet, a
kahki shirt and shorts, which were so short his very white legs and
knobby knees were clearly visible. he also carried a blunderbuss
slung aver one shoulder. Over the other shoulder was a medical kit,
suggesting he did not have high hopes of making it out of the
aboreum in one piece.
Mk.7 broke into hysterical laughter immediatly.
"You silly goit! You look like a bad immitation of Steve Irwin."
Seymour huffed in anger and strode past Mk.7, who was a bit too
short, and could unfortunatly see up Seymours short shorts, causing
him to turn away in disgust.
Seymur paused at the door, and turned to look at the sheet-covered
object.
"What is that?" asked Seymour bluntly
Mk.7 smiled and whipped away the cloth, revealing a strange and
horribly beweaponed 'vehicle'. It was clearly designed to fly in
both space and within an atmosphere, and couple with Mk.7's jet. it
had two gattling bazookoids, identicle to those on Mk.7, and over
120 missiles. It did, however, look for all the galaxy, like the
most dangerous toilet in the universe, and Seymour wasn't afraid to
say so.
"It looks completely pants!"
Mk.7 glared at Seymour
"I built it from scratch! it is the most sophisticated think on this
ship!"
"What do you call it?" said Seymour, deciding to humor Mk.7 after
noticing the targeting laser pointed at his crotch.
"The Suicidal Insanity" said Mk.7 sitting down in it and hitting the
ignition button.
It sprang to life, and lifted up to head hight.
"Ok, now how are we going to convince this lot to walk into a room
full of CARNIVEROUS plants?" asked Seymour, putting emphasis on the
word carniverous to avoid the confusion that had occured before.
"I got it covered" said Mk.7 reassuringly, and he pulled out a
cattle prod and started using it to herd the french people into the
aboreum.
Seymour sighed ad followed the floating driod into the lush green
room.
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