Re: Gomez: With just a paint bucket and a prayer

I'll make a new friend with you! Welcome back! I don't believe we've met, I'm Davie. I translated what you said at the end, but I don't think I got it right...is "Hummingbird eat the sandwich please." the right translation?
--- In Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "rudolph88@..." <rudolph88@...> wrote:
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> WHO: Alfredo Gomez
> WHERE: Blue Dwarf
> WHEN: After Efof handed over painting duty
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> <Snip>"Nope. I suggested just the letters BD and rotating it on its side but Amber
> said it looked too much like a bum squatting over a bowl."
> Alfredo's brow furrowed as he tried to visualise this... I suppose it does..."
> Efof handing him the paintbrush and paint. "Thanks!" He said, leaving him too
> it." </Snip>
>
> After a quick search of the cargo bay, Gomez had managed to find a locker room. He performed a quick sweep of the room checking for any open lockers, hoping to find a spacesuit so he could get outside the ship and start painting the ship like the odd little alien man had asked him to. Gomez figured that it'd be best to do as he was told as, at the moment, this rogue crew had no reason to keep him on board. For all they knew, he could be an agent of the JMC sent to infiltrate and capture them. Eventually, he thought, the little alien man would tell somebody of his arrival and they'd march him down to the brig for a brutal interrogation complete with nipple clamps, electrical currents and ending with a rubber truncheon up his backside big enough to make King Kong feel so inferior about his own love pump he'd have to go out and buy a sports car. If he did a little bit of painting before they arrested him, then he'd at least get a sandwich and a cup of coffee before they stuck him in room with a hungry badger.
> After dismissing a locker belonging to an E. MONSOON, which had been sealed shut with a 'WARNING – BIOHAZARDOUS CHEMICALS' notice on it, and failed to open the lockers belonging to J. KEATS and C. KOCHANSKI, he'd found a spacesuit that fit him in an abandoned locker belonging to one P. MARWOOD. The suit looked worn and smelt slightlty of stale perfume, but it'd serve its purpose. He noticed that one arm had a small heart painted on it at the shoulder and had a small 'P.M. 4 A.A.' written inside of it. Dismissing the doodlings of a man in love, he pulled the spacesuit on and made his way towards the airlock.
> The little alien man had done a good job, he reckoned. Looking down the length of the service gantry outside the ship, he could see many patches of fresh, bright blue paint contrasting against the dingy blue that he presumed was the ships original colour. However, he managed to find another JMC logo that the alien guy had missed and set about painting over it with the pot of royal blue paint he'd been given. When he was finished, he managed to find a few more and happily set about on them too. Having finished his task, he returned to the airlock. It was then that he realised that he didn't actually know the access code to get back in.
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> "Infierno de Smeg" he muttered to himself, before commencing his ingenious plan of banging on a door. He had
> about twenty minutes of oxygen left in the tank before he slowly suffocated to death. Great. He'd been on Blue Dwarf less than an hour and he was already trapped, slowly suffocating and wearing the spacesuit of a man who wore women's perfume. Things were not going quite as well as he hoped. Desperately looking around, he noticed that the cargo bay doors adjacent to him. In the distance, he could see several Blue Midgets buzzing about, presumably performing repairs and inspecting the ship. If one of them came his way he might just be able to get through the cargo bay doors behind them. After nearly twenty minutes, cutting it close to his literal deadline, a Blue Midget swung down towards him and headed for the cargo bay doors. Using the manoeuvring jets on his spacesuit, he positioned himself just outside the cargo bay doors, ready to jet inside. The Blue Midget lined itself up, not noticing the marooned Spaniard and remote activated the cargo bay doors. Following in the wake of the small craft, Gomez jetted closer and closer to the closing hatch. Later, he'd remember skimming in under it in best action hero style. However, he'd later put this down to the concussion. What actually happened was that he'd hit his head on the closing door and spun wildly around the landing bay before landing in a heap on the launch pad.
> When he regained consciousness about a minute later, all he could see through his cracked visor was a pair of boots in front of his face. Twisting his head slightly, he could see that the boots belonged to a hulking monstrosity of a security guard. A man whose distant ancestors must have been intimate with a mountain. The man did not look amused and was holding a laser pistol at Gomez's head.
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> "You are under arrest for illegally boarding this ship. You will be taken before the captain where you will explain yourself. Do you understand?" the man growled at him.
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> "Comeré el emparedado del colibrí por favor" mumbled Gomez. Then he blacked out again.
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> <Tag: anyone who wants to make a new friend!>
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