This Is Where A Title Would Go If I Could Think Of One

Who: That Insane Parrott's Lot
Where: Outside Parrott's
When: You'll figure it out, I'm sure
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-- SNIP --
> "Blimey, its gone mate!" said Jay.
> "No he's not," said Dean from the floor. "I tripped over the
> smegger..."
> Just then Dean vomited over the smegger too.
-- END SNIP --
While Phil was somewhat distracted by the combination of Dean and vomit spread
out on top of him (neither of which was exactly a pleasant concept for Mr
FeBuggre), Keto glanced at Cerebrum and gave a surreptitious nod. Without
another word exchanged, Cerebrum flagged down a passing skutter-laden golf
cart*, hauled the joy-riding robots off it, and leapt aboard before flooring it.
A few seconds passed.
"Do you not think," asked Keto, walking alongside, "That it would have been a
good idea to have grabbed one of those 'modified' golf carts?"
"Shut up and push," replied Cerebrum, "Before certain vomit-streaked people
wake up and see us proceeding very slowly along the corridor."
"Point made," agreed Keto, and helped to speed up the cart by the scientific
method of shoving it forwards and jumping on board.
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OOC: Alcohol beware, here we come!
*Months later, the skutters would finally grow tired of their penchant for
racing golf carts around the ship when it became clear that golf carts are in
short supply in space.