"Dragging Rosette to medibay"

Who: Seymour, Rosette, Wolfgang, Justin
Where: Seymour's Apartment
When: After Rosette collapsed
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"You're a complete nincompoop." Rosette replied, then dropped him.
Seymour landed on his ass, but before he could berate Rosette for dropping him, she'd fallen as well.
"Please.... get me... to medi..." she began, but fainted before she could finish.
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Seymour looked around, and started to panic. He didn't know what to do in this situation. A woman who he hated, who may or may also not be a monster, ad just collapsed in his doorway. He was tempted to just push her outside and close the door, but his chivalry kicked in.
"Mr Sweetsly!" Seymour called to Wolfgang who was waiting outside. He ran in quickly.
"Help me carry her to medibay." Seymour ordered.
"ooh... but... ohhhh. It's against Health and Safety to carry an alien onboard in case you hurt yourself." Said the health and Safety officer.
"Oh you're useless!" Seymour said. "Mr Pancake!" He called back to the madman who had just left. "Please come back and help me. Your favourite Hymenoptera has just collapsed."
"Anything to help a Hymenoptera!" He said, rushing back. "When they take over the galaxy, I want to make sure I'm in their good books." He said enthusiastically.
"Oh shut up and just help me get her to Medibay!" Seymour scolded.
Justin carried her all the way to the entrance of Medibay, where they found a lone Skutter still firing a bazukoid at the door.
"Mr Pancake, do you think you could provide a distraction whilst I shoot it?" Said Seymour.
"How about I shoot it, and you provide the distraction." Said Justin.
"No."
Justin thought for a moment. "What was Rosette saying about her out-classing you?"
"Nothing." Seymour spat.
"So she was just making it up? She said that she's a higher-class than you?"
"Nothing. Shut up." Said Seymour, refusing the talk about it. "Okay, okay you win. I'll do the distracting. Just don't tell anyone about it, right?"
Justin nodded, and drew his gun ready to shoot the skutter.
Seymour ran behind the skutter, and allowed it to chase him into the open. "Now! Shoot it!" He cried. "Shoot it Mr Pancake!"
He looked back and Justin was on his knees, and seemed to be choking. He was holding his neck and turning a funny colour.
"Mr Pancake, NOW!" Seymour said. The Skutter fired a bazukoid at the wall behind him. "How about you Mr Sweetsy? Can you shoot it for me?"
"It's against Health and Safety regulations for a member of the crew without a weapons licence to handle a firearm..."
"Oh you're useless. Pancaaaaake!"
Justin wasn't having a great time. The outline of his body started to go blurry, and he seemed to be splitting into two. Another face appeared in Justin's chest, a ghostly figure of a midget that looked like it was trying to escape.
"Good god man! What's wrong with you?" Seymour called from across the corridor.
Mini-Phil jumped out of Justin's body and lay there naked on the floor, as if he'd just been born. Justin gasped for breath and cringed in pain. "Sorry about that." He said. "It must have been that midget that I absorbed." He kicked Mini-Phil to check if he was still alive.
Seymour ran around flapping his arms. The skutter fired again, it went over Seymour's shoulder and almost hit him.
"Shooooot iiiiiittttt!" The Ambassador cried.
"Oh yeah soz mate." Said Justin and picked up his gun, and killed the skutter outright.
Seymour stopped running and shook his head. "What the hell happened there? Where did the little pervert come from?"
"He was in me this whole time." Said Justin. "I don't think it affected my personality though."
"I think it might have a little bit." Seymour said sarcastically.
They took Rosette and Mini-Phil into Medibay, where Nurses started to treat them both.
Dr Keto was quick to approach Seymour, who was hovering over Rosette's bio-bed. "Will she be alright Doctor?"
"Probably." Said Keto. "Seymour, I need you to help. The evil Holly is still alive in Micky's brain."
"That isn't something I hear every day." Seymour admitted. "Go on."
"Jay and Efof have implanted their memories into Micky's brain, but nothing's happening so far. Can you please go in and check everything's alright?"
"That is the most ridiculous thing I've heard all day!" Seymour said. "Apart from five minutes ago when Justin told me he'd absorbed Mini-Phil."
"Will you?"
"No of course I won't! I'm not going into a commoner's brain! What if I pick up his habits and start wearing tracksuit bottoms, or caps, or sportswear or something?"
Keto sighed. "There's only a 93% chance that won't happen."
"Only?"
"If you destroy evil Holly, you'll save the ship. People will thank you."
"Hmmm, so I'll be looked up to as a hero? I'll do it!" Seymour agreed.
Within only a few minutes, Keto had rubbed some ointment on his head and attached wires to his temples.
Seymour reclined on a bed and closed his eyes......