Scrubbing bumbles

<Who - Zack and Cubie>
<Where - Somewhere nasty>
<When - Now is as good as any>
Zack plunged the toilet again, then leapt back as Cubie stepped up, a
bazookoid aimed in on the bowl.
Nothing happened.
The Richards relaxed. "You know, I think we got the last of them,
dear."
Cubie lowered the bazookoid. "You said that two decks ago. We've
killed nine of them since then."
"Yeah, but that last one made an impassioned plea about being the last
of his kind." Zack sniffed, overcome by emotion.
Cubie grinned. "Yeah. That was right before I blew his slimy head
off! That reminds me . . ." Cubie clicked on the nearest intercom.
"Maintenance - there's a toilet stall in section fifty-one bravo on deck
twelve that is in need of maintenance."
She cut the channel. "Well, regardless, I'm up for a break. How about
you?"
Zack wiped his hands on his coveralls. "Sounds good. Let's grab
something at McDonalds."
Cubie grimaced. Have we ever had a meal there without some catastrophe
interrupting it?"
Zack thought for a moment. "Can't say that we have. But we've got a
bazookoid checked out from security. We could return fire this time."
Cubie smiled. "Naah. I'm up for some peace and quiet. Let's have a
pizza delivered to our quarters."
Zack grinned. "Done and done!"
The duo rolled their cleaning cart over to a gear locker, then headed
off to their quarters.
~Zack & Cubie~
Temporal cleaning - while you wait!
OOC: Sorry for the lack of posting - been as busy as a beagle in a bag full
of bobcats. Hopefully I'll get back in the swing of things. Katrina, if
you have any menial stuff that needs done, give us a call/shout/mop handle
upside the head.