Help...

Colxfile had now spent so many days under the cupboard he was
beginning to lose count. He had lost all the feeling in his legs, and
he was starved: He could murder a chip butty, but he couldn't move
far enough to escape the mining deck, let alone go to the food
serving area...he was beginning to become very forgetful.
The door opened and a rather burly security officer walked in. AFter
blinking in a stupid fashion for several minutes, Colxfile recognised
the face
"Oh it's you."
"Nice place you got here, a whole deck to yourself."
"Oh yeah, it's great, apart from the fact that I may die on it in a
few days."
"Why?"
"Because, Mr Hardkill, my legs are trapped under a cupboard with 5
mining lasers stacked inside. As a result I can't move and if I'm
notout of here in the net couple of days, my career on the Blue Dwarf
could be the shortest in JMC history."
"You want me to help you out?"
"Yes please!"
"Fine"
So he bent down and strained as hard as he could to pick up the
cabinet. No luck. It didn't budge an inch.
"Why don't you take the lasers out of the cupboard before picking it
up?"
"Who's trying to help you here?"
So, using brute stregth, the man from security separated trapped
individual and mining cupboard. Colxfile wriggeld out and moved away.
He tried to stand up, which he mangaed after holding on to his desk
and hauling himself up.
"I think you've got a broken leg. You should go to sickbay."
"No I'm fine, really I am"
"You should go."
"I don't need to"
"If you don't go down in the next 30 seconds, I will break your other
leg and drag you down myself."
"No, I'm fine...OW!!!"
There was a sickening sound of bone snapping and Colxfile lost
consciousness. The last thing he recalled was his head banging
against the corridor wall somewhere en route to the medibay.