L'ontar, near the crane, with the lead pipe

<SNIP>
>"Anyone else wanna smell like bacon?" Everyone shook their heads.
>"Then I suggest you start makin' a line and get ready to do some work."
<END SNIP>
"Hey, ah, guys, now two questions. 1) Whos the fat geezer? I reckon I'll
regret that" added Dean looking at the look on the fat geezer's face. "and
2) whats with the tuxedo's? Oh, and I thought of another question, 3) can we
not at least have a beer first? I've only just finished putting the holodecj
back together after the fire there, and, well, you know, I need to unwind."
"Ok, I am Vinny Soprano, the tuxedos are for class, and no you can't."
"Well," said Dean, looking at his mates, "That clears that up." (He couldn't
belive he'd got away with the fat geezer remark though.)
<LATER, in Cargo Bay 18.>
"Lower it a bit, lower........lower. THERE!" and 2 skutters (minus tuxedos I
hasten to add) and Armer snapped on their blowtorches and started welding
the metal plate into position. Dean sat at the controls of the crane (not as
nice as it sounds, stuck in a box the size of an ice cube on top of 50 foot
of swaying metal), thinking that he shouldn't have mentioned the fat geezer
thing, and also wondering where the hell L'ontar was.
His thoughts were soon answered, as L'ontar swung down on a metal cable,
brandishing a lead pipe, clearly spoiling for a fight...
(next?)
Dean
Madness Takes Its Toll, Please have Exact Change
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