Dangerous Thoughts...

Who: Peter, Kevn, Jay & Shane.
Where: The number one choice for posts - Parrotts.
When: We're all too drunk to find out.
"Hey Kevn, there's Jay and some other new guy."
"Hmm?" Kevn asked, trying not to laugh as Holly showed everone a
picture of Seymour's anguished face.
"Jay, umm, Chrysler. Head flying guy. Um, pilot."
"He looks kinda unco... unco... he's falling around heaps."
"I drunk he's kinda think. I mean I kinda drunk he's think. I mean
he's had too many thinks. Oh, you know what I mean."
"Well, he seems to be having lotsa fun with all those toaster
thingies. Lets join them."
"Okay Kenven, I'll try and make it over there." Shane stood up and
fond that his pull of gravity was now 90 degrees away from the ground,
and he fell into a table where a bunch of massive cannon fodder
security team members were seating.
"Oi, what'ya doin' 'ere mate?"
"I don't mean no rubble, guys," Shane slurred as he swung his fist
wildly, knocking one grunt out. "I'm jusht a little tipshyyyy. Smeg."
Shane fell over and hit his head on the ground. One of the other
grunts picked him up by the shoulders and preparing to punch Shane
when he headbutted the grunt, knocking him out.
Not wanting to be killed, Kevn gently grabbed Shane by the shoulder
and lead him away from the security grunts, two of who were now
worshipping the strength shown by Shane in taking out the two beefiest
grunts.
"Mr Chrysler?" Kevn tried to introduce himself to Jay. "I'm Kevn
Fernard, a new technician aboard the Blue Dwarf."
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