L.V. Trisees in: The McDonalds Hindenburger

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Who: Trisees mainly.
when: Who cares.
Where: Medibay.
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Trisees sneered at the leaving figure of Jay Chrysler, muppet
extraordinare. He'd been on a high, he'd discovered the cause for
his illness, and then Chrysler had to ruin it by telling him that the
captain had put him in charge of some pathetic flotation device
mission.
"Can't a grumpy scientist get any peace on this idiot filled scow?"
he said angrily to the door. Trisees cursed himself for talking to
the door, then stole back into Keto's office.
"Zeppelins that don't explode? What is the crazy fool talking
about! He's insane!" Trisees placed a hand on his chin and began
stiding up and down the office thinking.
"Wait a minute, everyone on this damned ship is insane. Except me
and possibly Keto." He sighed and thumped a nearby table.
"Okay, so what do we know?"
He walked over to Keto's blackboard and began scarwling
unintelligable words on it.
"Ok, so we have the Blue Dwarf, lets call that BD. and it's
sinking, S, in a big pool of water, W. BD = S + W. Right. Now
Muppet Chrysler wants us to lift, L, the BD, with various Zepplins,
Z. But they need to be resistant, R, to explosions, E.
BD = S + W. Therefore, to L = Z + R - E. BD = L * Z - R(-E) / S +
W."
Trisees stopped writing and look at the blackboard in horror.
"THATS MEANS ABSOLUTLEY NOTHING!" he screamed at it, before
knocking it to the ground.
"Ok, Larry, calm yourself. There's a way to stop the hydrogen from
igniting. There has to be. Ok, I'll check the informational
database as to the reason why this ancient flying machine exploded.
Maybe then it'll shed some light as to what happened and how I can
rectify it."
Trisees flicked on Keto's computer and accessed the history
database on the Hindenburg.
"Hmm," said Trisees reading aloud. "The Hindenburg disaster was
due to the make up of the material that the fabric of the 240 ton
ship's covering comprised of. The material was made of cotton
substrate with aluminized cellulose acetate butyrate dopant."
Trisees stopped reading and began laughing.
"What? They used a cotton subrate and aluminized cellulose acetate
butyrate dopant for the covering? Fools! What were they thinking?
Did they just forget about high voltage electrical fields?" Trisees
wiped his eyes and composed himself.
"Well, it's obvious what we do, isn't it? We come up with soem
kind fo way to make a tought tensile covering without using cotton
and aluminized cellulose acetate butyrate dopant."
Trisees began laughing again.
"Oh god, that's going to keep me laughing all through the year."
Trisees sat on the floor of Keto's office surrounded in by sheets
of paper and schematics.
"Tough covering, what materials? What's tough?" Trisees began
battering his head with his clenched fist hoping to get some
inspiration.
"What is the thickest thing on this ship? Aside from the crew.
Hmmm..."
Trisees rifled through his memory, and then sorted through the
papers, looking for indestructible materials and compounds that were
on record.
"Hmm, McDonalds has been blown up plently of times, but it's fryers
survive every time. Why is that?"
He looked through a technical manual and gasped out loud.
"The fryers are made of a polycarbonate metal alloy of Titanium and
Mendeleevium. So, if we creates strips of these, which are light
enough, to make frameworks for the blimps. For the covering? Hmm,
has to be fine against the vast hydrogen amounts, and be resistant to
air friction and lets say the core of a sun. Is this possible? Wait
one minute, I think it is!"
Trisees jumped to his feet, went back on Keto's computer, and began
looking in the ointment index. After twenty minutes of scorlling and
ywaning, Trisees features lit up and he pointed to a listing.
"There it is!" He beamed, tapping the screen a number of times.
"Keto wonder ointment 45987 - Factor Five Million Sunblock, which
is, in Keto's own words 'strong enough to paint a starbug with and
fly it through a supernova.'" Said Trisees, reading from the
description.
He grinned.
"Now all we have to do is plaster a synthetic fibrous covering of
centrinictric cotton and digranifyed polyester in this stuff, wrap it
round the frames, and we've got our blimps!"
Trisees jumped in the air and shouted loudly.
"YES! I STILL GOT IT!"
He punched the air.
"I should really stop talking aloud to myself," he admitted in a
quiet voice.
Trisees strode smugly into Engineering, where Jay was currently
discussing plans for a hydrogen scoop to Roskev.
Pushing past many people, Trisees walked to in front of Jay and
Roskev, sitting down at one of the desks. They looked up to see
Trisees standing confidently with a set of diagrams in his hands.
He threw them down in front of Chrysler, who was shocked.
"Up yours, muppet," Trisees insulted Chrysler, before laughing and
walking away.
'I'll bet he wasn't expecting that,' Trisees said to himself.
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