TELEGRAM<STOP>

"CHRYSLER GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" the adolescent CNO screamed as he chased Jay down the corridor, not really caring that there was noone on helm.
Jay looking back over his shoulder wasnt watching where he was running and collided with a wall...
falling to the floor he staggered to his feet..."What kind of idiot puts a wall HERE?"
the fact that it was an outer bulkhead keeping the vacuum of space on the other side didnt really occur to him.
Kayn caught up to him.
"Ok..something you want to tell me?"
Jay explained about the crash landing...trying to make it sound like he did the right thing.
albeit unconvincingly.
then he explained the space eagle.
 
within an hour Jay was outside the ship in a space suit clutching a mop..
 
Kayn's voice spoke through his earpiece.
"Jay, need you to come to the drive room a minute...theres a telegram for you from JMC hq."
 
 
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A rather exhausted Jay came back into the drive room to pick up his telegram. Kayn didn't LIKE to send Jay out to wash the ship, it was just what he thought was... just... yeah, that was a good excuse... justifiable.
 
Jay looked at his telegram and smiled, and handed it to Kayn for a look
 
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DEAR MR CHYRSLER <STOP> YOU HAVE BEEN AWARDED FOR THE CREATION OF A NEW MANEOVERE THAT HAS NOW BEEN ADDED TO THE JMC INSTRUCTION MANUAL <STOP> PLEASE ACCEPT THIS LUMP SUM OF FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARPOUNDS <STOP> SINCERELY JMC COMMAND <STOP>
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Kayn was suddenly starting to get the idea that Jay was not going to live this down. He was also intregued that the JMC still used <STOP> in thier telegrams
 
Jay smiled and said, nicely "Why am I cleaning the ship again?"
 
 
Within twenty minutes of making Kayn feel little, Kayn was cleaning the ship himself... and Jay and Efof hadn't done much... Jay was estatic since he had even more money to spend on his wedding
 
 
 
 
(There... Kayn's cleaning the ship and Jay's $£5000 better off ... happy? ^_^ *listens to more Offspring songs*)