Dingles: Drifting reflections...

Name: Mr Dingles
Where: Some airlock
When: Does this really matter?
Firmly tucked under the Security guy's armpit - making him
exceptionally glad he was a 10 dollarpound comedy droid that didn't
have smell receptors - Dingles was carted to the airlock. "I've had
enough of you mechs ruining my day!"
One beefy hand slammed the airlock shut. Dingles was sure he
heard "Try breathing in space!" from the imbecile. In the next
moment, Dingles drifted silently alongside the Dwarf, having just
been given irrefutable proof (and a spelling test) that the Security
corps were complete and utter simpletons.
He floated silently towards the drive section, until he landed with a
soft 'clunk' on the forward facing window. "Hello? I don't want a
bloody cracker, before any of you smegging muppets ask... Dingles
wants IN!"