Chris Harris and Mk.8 - "Six feet under...well, a few more really"

OOC: This is a JP between Chris (Chris Harris) and Reuben (MK.8)
Who: Chris, Phil, Mk.8, Kara, Mini-Phil and Loads of smegging sheep
When: After the Blue Midget Landed on New New New Zealand
Where: On New New New Zealand
The team stepped out of the blue midget onto the surface of the
planet. After moving a few metres away from the ship, all eyes
turned to the ground.
"...Why the hell is the ground wollen and white." asked Kara
"Are these the...sheep?" said Chris, aloud, as Mini-Phil began to
jump around excitedly.
"I guess so" said Phil. "We need to find where the transmission came
from....this could be difficult as we have nobody from the science
department with us" he added.
"Yes, we should have thought of that, shouldn't we?" said Mk.8
Everyone nervously knelt down and pressed their ears against the
wide plain made of sheep.
"You can see what the meant by overrun with sheep, can't you?" said
Chris as he stood up. "How about we let Mini-Phil have his way with
one of the sheep, then they'll all run away, to the village?"
Everyone looked at Chris.
"What!? I didn't hear you come up with anything!" he shouted.
"That's a piss poor suggestion, Chris" said Mk.8, "We need to think
of something bet..." he added, as he was interrupted by a
loud "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" from Mini-Phil.
MP had slipped through a small gap between the sheep.
Looking through the gap, eveyone could see there was a good 20
layers of sheep.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" cried MP as he
clambered over the many legs.
"Oh, bloody hell." said Phil "Mk.8, go get him."
"Yeah." said Chris, smirking a bit. "If we sent a person, they could
get hurt."
"Yeah, but I could be shat on!" protested Mk.8
"True, but still, you're expendable" joked Chris as Mk.8 stayed
where he was and glared heavily at Chris. "Just a thought guys, but,
if there's a good twenty layers of sheep under us.....surely the
village or wherever the transmission came from is under us, also?"
added Chris.
"Well, that does it! I'm not going down there alone! I HATE those
guys." said Mk.8
Everyone then leapt on Mk.8, forcing him down the hole.
However, he grabbed onto Phil and Chris' sleeves, draging them down
with him.
The three of them tumbled down, bouncing off of the woolen masses.
After a few seconds, Mk.8 realised he had anti-grav, and halted his
fall.
Chris grabbed onto Mk.8 and Phil grabbed Chris's leg as they halted
their fall, the weight of the two men combined being enough to
counter Mk.8's anti-grav, dragging him to the bottom with them.
When they reached the bottom, they discovered that what had once
been open ground was now a dense floor, covered in a mixture of
Sheep excretion, Sheep urine and just about everything else sheep.
This was not a nice combination of things, because it meant that it
made their feet look very white and fluffy, that was, of course, if
you were able to look past the immense gathering of the disgusting
sheep mixture that resembled something cooked by Delia Smith, that
had stuck to the bottom of their shoes.
"And you bastards wanted to send me down here alone." said Mk.8
MP then ran past, completely naked.
"I did NOT need to see that." said Chris and Mk.8 in unison, turning
away in disgust.
"Thaets what we wor thinkin'" said a voice from behind.
"...I know that accent..." said Mk.8, not terribly happily.
The three of them turned to see a New New New Zealander standing
there. His clothes were torn to shreds and half missing, and the
bits that were still half intact was covered in sheep leavings.
"Woah man, the sheep did that to you?" asked Phil, trying to keep an
eye on MP.
"Naw, I just thought it looked better conciderin' the situation."
"Do ya know how to get to the main village from here? We picked up a
signal…something about sheep?" said Chris, with a heavy hint of
sarcasm in his voice.
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