Fantastic Flying Footy!

Jay and Dean were in the shuttlebay, discussing the upcoming Five-a-
side Footy tournament. Jay had a flat football in his hand.
"Well" remarked Dean dryily, "That's not going to be much use for
the team."
"It would help," said Jay, equally dryily, "if we had a team."
"That's a good point."
"Come on, help me find something to blow it up with!" said Jay,
setting it down and starting to rummage through the crates.
"Who's in the team?" asked Dean, rummaging through a different set.
"You and me, obviously." said Jay, holding up a stomach
pump. "What's this doing in here?"
Dean shrugged. "Who else shall we have?"
"Amber's pretty fast, she'd be good."
"Ok, I'll ask her...what in all that smegs is this in the shuttlebay
for?" asked Dean, holding up a giant crate of UHU Glue.
"Well, it certainly explains why you always crash on take off! The
fumes are overwhelming me from here!" said Jay, covering his nose.
30 minutes later, when the effects and worn off and Dean had stopped
singing "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" incredibly badly, they
resumed their search and discussion.
"Ok, you, me and Amber. Who else you think?" asked Jay.
"If only Efof were here, he'd be great in goal."
"Alas, if only it were so."
They bowed their heads in silence. Well, the heads were silent,
Dean's hands were scrabbling for something.
"Pass me the ball please Jay."
"Here you go."
"Who else then? asked Dean, attaching the pump to the ball.
"I dunno, its a tricky one, how about we wait and see who turns up?"
Dean pulled the pump out of the ball, "Right as rain. Let's have a
kick-about till someone turns up...
<10 minutes later> "He shoots, HE SCORES!!!" said Dean, slamming the
ball through the two crates they had manuevered into position as
goal posts.
BLATT! A wet, thick noise filled the room.
"Dean."
"Uh-huh."
"What did you fill the ball with?"
"Whatever was in that hose."
"Was it oil?" asked Jay.
"Well, the fact that where the ball hit the phoenix is now covered
in oil would definitely suggest that yes. Yes, in fact, I'm now
positive that I filled the football with oil."
"Why you LITTLE...." Jay started to chase Dean around the
shuttlebay, just when another pilot who wanted in the team came in
the door.....
Dean "Oily" Thomas
<OOC: NEXT!>