So much for that...

Who: Kevn Fenard & Johnny Goode
Where: In the Rig.
When: Just after they realized something was wrong.
"Kevn! Is this thing supposed to be fizzing!?!" Johnny said.
"NO WHAT WOULD MAKE YOU THINK THAT! ITS NOT A SPARKLER LEFT FROM AN
AMERICAN FOURTH OF JULY!" Kevn yelled over the now smoking red alert
alarm.
"I MEAN ITS ODD THAT THIS RUSTING BALL OF METAL SHOULD BEGIN TO
CRASH AFTER WE HIT THE CHAMELEONIC CRICUT!!!" Johnny continued.
"ITS BECAUSE IT WASN'T MEANT TO FLY LIKE THIS!!!" Kevn said.
"OH! I THOUGHT IT WAS BECAUSE THE SHIP HATED THE THOUGHT OF BEING
TRANSPARENT!"
The alarm shorted itself out, "FINally! Now we actually can think a
few more secons while we begin to die!" Johnny quipped.
"Not so, head for that cargo bay door!"
The clunker roared into the now closing cargo door, nearly closing
on them. "That was close." Johnny said.
HIM appeared, "Kevn! Download the computer systems, and the
navicomp! This thing ain't gonna live through this."
"Why should I do that?"
"Because you'll lose everything you worked for if you dont!"
"He's got ya there." Johnny said, "I'd hate to have the thing I
nearly die for to completely go to waste."
Kevn started to download, which was oddly fast. Soon the Rig skidded
to a stop. "Get the smeg out!" Kevn said.
They all piled out of the Rig, just as it exploded.
"Well so much for that..." Johnny said...