Clean-up

Blue Dwarf floats aimlessly around a blue planet in an uncharted region of
space, manned by a crew of lunatics who would be rejected from psyc wards on
grounds of possible staff endangerment. not only that but out of fuel and
covered in space spider goo.
Unfortunatly the first problem will never be solved without the total
annihilation of the ship, the second one, if the first problem can agree for a
moment, will not be solved any time soon. The third problem lies to the misfits
of the misfits, those poor souls on punishment detail.
Where: Blue dwarfs rear
When: Whenever that last post with all the grounded pilots happened
Who: Ensign Canazza and A skutter
A space suited man stands magnetically clamped to the side of the dull blue
behemoth, along side him, a skutter, who at it's own strange request, is wearing
a stetson.
In it's claw is a broom, one with an extendable handle and specially designed to
be the cheapest.
The skutter is cleaning off the spider goo, the space suited man lifts up the
reflective visor, exposing the seethrough one.
"You are really amazing arn't you" said canazza, "you have no idea that you can
make this a helluva lot easier on yourself do you?"
the skutter turned his head and looked at him quizically
"I have just the thing" he said, pulling out what looks like a 'dust devil'
portable cleaner, "supercharged" he said simply, and attached it to his own
broom handle.
Now, canazza is someone with no pattern recognition, and this is one such case.
When back on a space corps test base, the young ensign accidentally cleaned the
admirals quarters, and removed the poor mans hairpiece by supercharging the
service mechanoid's groinal attachment.
And just recently, he broke one of the ships few remaining cleaners while
playing airguitar with it. The act that put him on punishment detail.
The dust devil was raised, tilted and pointed towards the hull of the ship.
canazza fliped a switch on a handheld remote and it whirred into life. The goo
edged towards the machine, getting sucked into it, cleaning the ship as it went.
"Time to crank it up a notch" he turned a dial slightly, and the goo moved
faster. Canazza was engrossed in the spectacle.
"Full throttle!!" within seconds the whole half of the ship was clear of the
space spiders green mucal goo. The dustbag was also extremly full.
He brought the hoover down and detached it from the broom handle and took off
the dustbag and flung it into space.
"Well," he said to the skutter, "that's the end of that", he looked round, the
skutter was gone.
Out in space, just inches away from the hull was the slowly receeding dustbag,
poking out of the top was a stetson. Canazza began to get a rather nasty sinking
feeling in his gut.
"oh bugger"
Frantically he tried to pull the bag back in using the broom, but suceeding only
in speeding up the bags fall into the abys of space.
He stood there for 30 minutes, watching as the bag tumbed down the the planet,
catching fire in the planets atmosphere.
"Oh bugger indeed"
Needless to say, he'll be in PD for a good while yet.