Stuck

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“Ew!” Said Yasmin, and Seymour sunk his head into his hands.

“Allow me Ms Adimar.” Seymour said, and wheeled over and pressed a large red button. Behind them, Justin vanished from the screen with a slight squeal.

Then there was silence.

“Now, Ms Adimar, did I hear you mention you had some wine? I could jolly well do with some, after being on that planet for so long, and now Mr Pancake has given me a headache.”

“Shouldn't we help the others out of that deadly assault course?”

“Yes of course. In time. They know where the exit is. What vintage do you have?”

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"Can you guys here me?" a husky voice yelled through the speaker next to where Justin's head had disappeared from. "Seymour!?"

"Mr Solvay?" Seymour sniffed, quivering his head as he continued to down Yasmin's penultimate bottle of seventeen-year-old chardonnay.

"Yeah!" he recoiled gruffly, and there was a little murmuring in the background. "Who's there with you?"

"Some technician - Ms Adimar," Seymour informed him.

"What's happening in there? Where are you?" a female voice asked.

"Shush Katrina! I'm trying to talk!" he paused. "Did you sort him out?"

"I think a-"

Yasmin interrupted swiftly. "No, Seymour, you don't need an apology. I need an apology." she shook the wine bottle by its neck roughly, as if to make her point. "You drank all my wine."

OOC: To be continued...