BARBECUE!

>"BD this is Jay Chrysler, I'm gonna blow up the pirate ship, whilst I'm in
>it"
>"WHAT!" Alota screamed.
>
"Jay." said Dean, taking the comm, and steering with his feet.
"Yes?"
"That's not a good idea."
"Why not?"
"The Rapier is still attached you stupid smeghead!"
"Oh yeh."
"And I'd like to add its playing hell with the Dwarf's steering ability, and
if it doesn't disconnect we're heading for a barbecue. Of the ship hitting a
sun variety."
"Not good then." surmised Jay.
"LET ME AT HIM!" yelled Alota, grabbing the comm back.
"Certainly." said Dean, surprised, as one second he had the comm, next he
didn't. And that confused Dean's only braincell. <OOC: I'll never admit to
typing that btw, so don't amke Dean out to be dumb!>
"JAY!"
"<sigh> yes dear?"
"GET BACK HERE, AND STOP OUR BBQ!"
"Yes, well, I'm doing that over here actually."
Then a gunshot cut the comm off.
"Smeg." said WW, who'd listened to the whole charade, and didn't like what
he was hearing.
"Dean?"
"Uh-huh."
"How long till we hit the sun?"
"Oh, a slow grilling of about 5 hours 47 minutes sir." said Dean.
"Very funny."
"Sorry sir."
Dean "Raven" Thomas
<I'm BACK!>
Madness Takes Its Toll, Please have Exact Change
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