Your back, but in the wrong smegging place!

The place, the Bay Doors, The time, Stardate 1234.98.98945.3454656.13445434
(or the 4th November), those present, those who haven't evacuated...
"Come on Dean!" shouted Armer,
"I'm working on it!" Came a reply from a frazzled Dean, for some kind of
electrical appliance had struck him, and this, combined with the copious
amounts of hairgel Dean used, had resulted in a small bush fire, but the
wind had soon put it out.
"What the?" shouted Armer, shrinking again,
"Oh Jesus, SHOOT KETO!" squeaked Dean, before returning to his original
height, "What is going on?"
"I dunno, ask Keto later! You can make it!"
With a final heave, Dean pulled himself through the door, fighting against a
vacumn wind all the way.
"Ok, seal the doors into the Bay Area!" shouted Dean, just as L'ontar and
some other guy reappeared.
"Oh bloddy buggering hell! UNSEAL THEM!!!"
"Too late..."
"Oh smeg...."
<OOC: Thought Keto's ointment would wear off yet? What? Are you high?"
Dean "I'llkillKeto!" Thomas
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