Cheap plonk

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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."
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Seymour nodded without embarrassment. “Admittedly yes I did my dear, but I was doing the world a favour. This wine wasn't exactly the best. Over 3 million years, good wine becomes an excellent vintage. Do you know what happens to cheap wine over 3 million years? …It goes off. This wine was cheap plonk, I'm jolly used to the good stuff!”
“Cheap? It was a seventeen year old chardonnay!”
“Yes. As I said, cheap stuff. I'm used to the best of course!” Seymour said arrogantly.

Yasmin fumed. “So why did you drink it all?”
“Ahh, well. I've been away from the ship for a long time... I admit I was getting rather desperate for a tipple. This hasn't exactly been my finest hour.” He said, looking down at his whisky-soaked shirt.

“May I pose a question.” Seymour said.
“You just did.”
“Ahh, yes, well I'll jolly well pose another. Would you have any idea why the Huzzards have recently mutated?”
“What are Huzzards?”
“Ahh, yes, good point. They're a tribe of Humanoid lizards who evolved over the 3 million years we were all safely in stasis. They normally habit the hydroponics bay where they live in mud huts. Quite savage and uneducated really, but we've learned to leave them alone so they aren't a bother. But on coming back to the ship we noticed they had mutated, I wondered perhaps if you knew as reason. Perhaps Mr Pancake had flooded them with crippling radiation? Or maybe they'd stupidly taken to leisurely swimming in the contaminated engine coolant tanks.”

Yasmin looked blank.

“Okay just wondering.” Seymour said. Then after a pause he wheeled himself up to the microphone where he knew he could talk to Alex. “mr Solvay are you still in the room with the assault course?”
“Yep.” Said Solvay. “Jay's in a bad way. Doc Black wants to get him some medical supplies.”
“Understood old chap. If you can get out of that room, head two corridors starboard and there is a small medical supply cupboard.”

“But I should make you aware of something ladies and gentlemen...” Seymour said, having glanced a heat map that was showing on a computer panel in front of him. “There are several Huzzards approaching your position.”
“Crap!” Came Solvay's response.
“They might just want a jolly good chat!” Seymour said.

<tag! Do the Huzzards want to talk, if so, what about? Or maybe they just want a fight!>