"My Stripper-sense is tingling..."

Who:- everyone
Where:- Starbugs
When:- a few minutesafter Mk.10's suggestion, and Seymours discovery of the fate
of his restaurant, and immediately after Cassandra's request to shut off the
music (pretend the posts are in a different chronological order!)
<snip>
"Captain!" she shouted breathlessly "I strongly advise you to kill the Hoff
broadcast at once! This sort of psychological warfare is banned under more
treaties than I care to mention; if the Molopods get wind of this act of
aggression in their sphere of influence, we can kiss our collective arses
goodbye!"
<End snip>
"Now that!" Jay said "Is the best idea I've heard yet!"
Turning to face another monitor he addressed Sweetsly. "Turn of that DAMN music!
Now!"
"But Captain!" came the reply "As health and safety officer I…."
"For the sake of your own health and safety, I strongly advise you turn it off.
IMMEDIATLEY!"
"But!"
"Doctor Keto, you mentioned you needed an ointment test subject, would Mr
Sweetsly be a good candidate for a couple of weeks?"
"I'm sure he'd be perfect!" Keto said, his irritation at the music causing him
to actually side with Chrysler for once.
"Is zis a gud thing? To be testing ze ointments?" Sweetsly's german accent was
heard to ask someone in the background, no response was heard but it's assumed
he was met with a shaking of heads as he suddenly replied with panic in his
voice "Erm…ze music will be stopped! Right now!" and as promised, it did.
Jay turned back to the monitor on which Cassandra had appeared.
"Thanks!" he said "Miss?....Sorry, I feel rude, I've stuffed banknotes into your
underwear on more than one occasion but never learned your name..."
"EXCUSE ME?" Katrina, Jay's girlfriends voice, shrill and piercing filled Jay's
Starbugs cabin.
"I..she!....erm…." was all Jay could muster until he was silenced by a hard,
smack to the back of the head with Katrina's fist, again.
"Ow! That's mutiny that is!" Jay replied.
"I like you!" Amber said to Katrina, laughing.
Rubbing the back of his skull, Jay looked back at the monitor. "Sorry, where was
I?"
"Cassandra sir." Cassandra replied "Cassandra Jones, I'm a….a dancer in one of
the promenades clubs…but..er you seem to know that already…"
"Well, Cassandra, you seem to have your head screwed on…more than most at
least.." he shot a glance Dean-ward at this. "Do you have any other ideas?"
"Sure.." muttered Katrina "You're nice to the strippers…"