So much for that bottle of wine...

Who: Kevn and Peter
where: cargo
when: after the bad news
Kevn rubbed his forehead impatiently, "Is he always like this?"
Peter looked at the crate, "who Calvert? Yeah..."
"I thought we washed our hands of the Welsh..." Kevn said bad
memories rushed now entered his head.
"No problem. What we should be worried about is the armada." Peter
said.
"how about the mindless way... we get any ship and rocket the hell
outta there." Kevn said.
"Well if you're going to be sarcastic... I think we need a small,
sneaky ship..." Peter pondered.
"There's always a blue midget..." kevn suggested.
"Maybe that's the only way... But what if they spot us we want
durability... no need in crashing onto a planet we just left in
ruins..."
They pondered for a while...
"I got it!" Peter said...
<tag Peter...> <I don't got it!>