WAAAARGH!

He took a box of matches from behind the bar, and lit one, singed his figners and dropped it on the floor, he lit another  and opened a small window leading onto the dancefloor, and held it under one of the fire sensors arms length, triggering the alcohol filled sprinklers.
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"ARGH! RUUUNNN!" yelled Dean, leaping out from behind the bar, with Jay in tow! Followed by leaping blue chemical flames. "You dropped the match." Dean said, as Jay catched up, and they legged it towards the rest of the fleeing crew.
"Yes, I dropped a match, and I got singed fingers for my trouble."
"Yes, you'll soon haveing a smegging singed arse! RUN FASTER MORONS!" yelled Dean at the slowly jogging BD crew.
Jay and Dean whizzed passed the crew. Heading towards a Starbug, in order to start the spool up process and get the crew off the planet before all the nightclubs exploded.
 
They fell, gasping into the cockpit, and started to prepare the Bug.
"Dean! You've got a bottle of vodka in your pocket!"
"Yeh, I know, it's good stuff."
"Yes, it's also leaking! And has therefore caused a trail directly to this Starbug."
"Ah." said Dean, throwing the bottle into the midsection.
"BAIL OUT!" yelled Jay!
The crew turned a corner, and, firstly they were overtaken by the flames, and then they saw Dean and Jay leaping out of a Starbug before it erupted. Sending burning debri and oil all over the place.
"DEAN!" yelled Jasmine
"JAY!" yelled Alota and Amber
"OUR TICKET HOME!" yelled Keto.
"ANOTHER STARBUG!" yelled WW and Seymour at the same time.
"Where are they?" the crew yelled at each other, looking through the dancing flames at where the two pilots had landed. In fact, they hadn't.
 
The shockwave threw them up in the air,
"WAAAAAAAAAAAARRGH!!!" yelled the two pilots, rising into the air.
"WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGH!" yelled the two pilots, falling out of the air.
"Hope we land on something soft!" yelled Dean.
"Aim for WW! He's furry!"
And, remarkably, the two pilots had fantastic aim. And they floored the 6 foot hamster, knocking him out cold as he hit the concrete.
"Well, we're alive!" said Dean, dusting himself down, "though we seem to have killed WW. Oh well, Win some Lose some."
"No, he's not dead either." said Jay, "He's coming round."
"Jay. Dean. You are both on bog duty for a month."
"Thank you sir."
"At least you've practiced." said Jay.
"Are there any shuttles left?" said Seymour, interrupting.
 
Dean "Vodka" Thomas
 
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