Justin's pants ache
<snip>
...you know what that means don't you..."
"I think I have a pretty good idea..."
Spannerface smiled, and casually lifted Justin three feet off the ground by the
waistband of his
underpants...
<end snip>
Justin wailed in agony. "Not agaaaaaaaaiiiiinnnnn!" He said, remembering the
last time this happened, leaving his man-tackle crushed for weeks*.
He felt his testicles buckle under his own bodyweight, and being pushed into his
body by the stretched elastic of his boxers. It was lucky for him (or was it?)
that today he was wearing cheap Matalan boxers, which ripped after 30 seconds of
bollock-crushing agony.
The elastic snapped and the pants tore, dropping Justin to the floor, and
leaving Spannerface holding his ripped underwear high in the air. "Whoops!" Said
the man with the spanner jutting out of his face. "It looks like Justin wants to
go commando!"
Justin writhed on the floor, with his hands now between his legs. The feel of
his JMC uniform trousers rubbing against his freshly-squeezed plums wasn't
helping. He looked up to see the entire pub staring at him. Most were laughing,
and some looked sympathetic for him. Unfortunately the people who were
sympathetic were people who didn't know him, and how much of a tosspot he was.
Spannerface threw the ruined shorts down, which fluttered onto his head, causing
more laughter from the inhabitants of the bar. Justin curled up into a smaller
ball, hoping that his tormenters would just leave him to stew in his own pain in
peace.
But they didn't.
Spannerface pulled him up into a standing position. "Want your kegs back, do
you, do you?" He said, waving pancakes underpants in his face. Pancake first
said nothing until he was poked into saying "Yes please."
"Yes please what?" Said the spannerfaced bully.
"Yes please you big stupid arsehole?" Justin said, and paid for it with a punch
to the stomach. He doubled over.
"You're supposed to say 'sir'" said Spannerface. "Because you're the lowest
Engineer on the ship. You even have to salute the lab rats on the science deck."
"Speaking of rats, when was it you paid a visit to your family?" Justin said,
through wheezes. He again paid for his cheekiness with a punch in the stomach.
This time he coughed up blood.
Justin looked around, the crowd gathered were all people he'd pissed off in the
last few years of being on the Blue Dwarf, they watched as he was beaten up.
Spannerface played to the crowd. He made Justin reach for his underpants, and
when he did, Spannerface's motley sidekicks pulled Justin's trousers down,
exposing his rosy red bumcheeks. Justin fought the embarrassment and caught the
trousers before they fell down to his knees, and at least didn't let them see
anything other than his buttocks."So thats what this is about? You wanted to see
my arse? If I knew you were that was inclined I'd have introduced you to my mate
Reacharound Pete.... Oh wait... you already know him?"
Spannerface fumed and punched Justin in the face. He fell over in front of the
bar, and pulled himself up using a barstool.
Sat at the bar was Jay Chrysler, who watched as Justin pulled his head up above
the stool, and rested his chin on the cushion.
Jay was motionless. Justin had pissed him off not just lately, but always. He
had weird ideas about liking the Hymenoptera (who killed Jays wife), he'd shot
the Queen, he'd sabotaged missions, and he'd disobeyed plenty of Jay's orders.
It was only a few months ago that Justin had would Jay up so much that he'd
pointed a gun to his head**.
"Don't you want to join in?" Wheezed Justin.
<Tag Jay! Do you save Justin? Do you join in with beating him up? Or do you
simply ignore him and continue drinking, or walk away?>
* Justin also got a super wedgie in this post:http://games.groups.yahoo.com/group/JMC_Blue_Dwarf/message/12265
** Justin wanted to deliver a vial of Hymenotpera DNA from the corrupt boss of
the JMC, Willy Eckerslike, against Jays orders:http://games.groups.yahoo.com/group/JMC_Blue_Dwarf/message/12712