Now that everything is normal sir.

"Well, thats us off after the missile," said Dean, from his seat at the helm
of the huge dwarf.
"I thought you were a shuttle pilot"
"Well, you know, 60 feet, 6 miles, there's not too much difference."
"Well, whatever you say." said an unconvinced Niples (he's been unconvinced
quite a bit recently).
"Dean." slurred the comm.
"I've never heard a comm slur before. Stutter, crackle yes, but stutter no."
said Niples, puzzled.
"Probably L'ontar and Armer back in the pub sir."
"Well done." slurred the comm again
"Of course, though I hear it's still being rebuilt after you and a few
others held a pitched battle in there, with some of Ket's growing potion."
"I'd rather not talk about it sir."
"Fair enough."
"Dean,"
"Yes sir?"
"Could you watch Phil? He seems a bit out of sorts."
"Certainly sir, I was wondering, now things have calmed down a bit..."
The intercom crackled into life.
"Sir, we have a situation."
"I'll leave you to it sir."
"Thank-you Dean."
Dean left.
"It's just the Phoenix sir, its heading a little bit too quickly towards the
bay doors..."
Dean had left, but he'd still heard.
"Not a moments smegging normal on this ship." he moaned, heading off to talk
to Phil.
Dean "No-Longer Elvis" Thomas
<OOC: Weak I know, but I'm still basking in SOTM, so, my posts don't have to
be that good for about, oooh, another 5 minutes?>
<Cheers for my second SOTM award>
Madness Takes Its Toll, Please have Exact Change
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