I could murder a curry

Who : Those on the Philnix
When : after WW, Dean etc got on...
Where : Somewhere over the desrert
 
"Ahem." coughed Jay."Oh, sorry." said Dean climbing out, "force of habit..."
 
--------------
 
"it's okay Dean, I'm flying...." said Phil from a nearby speaker.
 
Dean jumped about 40 ft into the air...
 
"Phil....arrrrrrrrr... I mean...em....U are u, not ....him?"
 
"of Corse I am you silly puet, now sit down!"
 
Phil fired the engines and the ship flew across the desert.....
 
"BTW guys and gals, where exaclty am I heading?"
 
"To the missle site, we need to check something", said Jay.
 
"Corse laid in...."
 
Cerebrum was busy making noted in his little book. The psyicatric possiblites here were immmense. Phil, was dead, then alive, then possed, then dead(again), now in as a mind in a space ship....He was dribbling at the thought of the paper he could write on this one.....
 
Tara meanwhile was sitting back, her hand pressed up against the screen, where an image of Phil was sitting, with his hand against the screen they spent the next few miutes just looking at each other, Phil's image crackling slighty....
 
** 10 mins later **
 
"Problems people..." said Phil touching the Pheonix down near the missle  crash site.
 
WW looked up..."What the matter?"
 
"Well unless I'm wrong, then my scanners....I mean the ships scanners are detcing something wrong with the missle...."
 
Jay excganged worried looks with Dean..."What is it?"
 
"It's los about 45-50% of it's mass. There some bits missing from it....."
 
<< anyone on the Philnix >>
_________________________________________Chris KentleaICQ#:141490049Current ICQ status: SMS: (Send an SMS message to my ICQ): +2783142141490049More ways to contact me: http://wwp.icq.com/141490049_________________________________________