Seeky Findy the things which needed....

Rpg:
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Who: Alota, Harris, Chrylser, Chen, Shakespeare.
Where: Bugs Two and One
When: Just about then, but a bit more than before.
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"Yes sir," said Shakespeare, rasing a hand to his head and punching
himself. He shook his head for a second and made a mental note to
take a course in not being a complete buffoon. He wasn't feeling
particularly proud of himself on the mission so far. He'd been
alsmot a waste of space, and his attempts at remedying the situation
just made him look more like a complete fool. Out of the medibay, he
was like a fish out of water.
Alota merely nodded and put a hand on the doctor's shoulder.
"Let's go, Doc," she said, pushing him along almost.
Harris and Chrysler, who was holding up the drunk Chen into a
standing position, walked over to the relatively fine Starbug.
Alota and Shakespeare entered the partially destroyed, unnavigable
bug.
"What dost thou think we should get? Whats't could be called
vital, and what's could be'th rubbish?"
Alota looked about the starbug for a second.
"Ok, we should go to each section, get all the thinsg we decide are
vital and pile them up in here, before takign them back to the other
bug. Good idea?"
"Yes, that's sounds good. First call of port can'st be thy cockpit
area, if lucky, we might hath thy furry dice intact," said
Shakespeare grinning and walking into the front section.
Alota rolled her eyes and stifled a small smile, before following
him in.
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Rimmer: We all have something to bring to this disccusion, but may I
suggest that from now on the thing you bring is silence.
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