Time to prod buttock

OOC : Sorry for not posting, but I got sent up to Nottingham from London for a 3 day job interview. Oh yes - I found out about it 2 DAYS BEFORE.
RPG :
Who : Phil and the medibay posse
When : Just after Keto left the Medibay
Where : The medibay
 
Phil skidded into the medi bay
 
"Where's that frankenstein wannabe Keto?" he demanded with a slight look of anger(or possibly trapped wind, quite difficult to tell) on his face
 
**Rulstle Rustle ** said the Tree
 
"The tree said "You just missed him,"," said Wildflower
 
"I can understand foliage thank you."
 
"Since when?"
 
"Good point," said Phil , starting to calm down. "I don't really know how I know, only I know that I know, but I don't know how I know that I know that I know."
 
There was a breif pause in the medibay as those present replayed the last  minute of conversation in their heads.
 
"So he's gone to the cargo bay?"
 
"Yes"
 
"Keto gone to see to Tara?"
 
"Yes"
 
"Bugger" and with that Phil almost broke the landspeed record trying to get out of the medibay. He then pickedhimself up from the floor, opened the door, then legged it back to the cargo bay where Tara was in a LOT of danger(to Phil's mind anyway)
 
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