Evolution = no brainers... and uber-skuts

> Dean, looked at the retreating fleet of skutters, remembering a
name of a skutter, he yelled.
> "ELWOOD! YOU'RE DEAD!"
> Jasmine coughed.
> "WHAT!?"
> "You left your file behind."
> "SMEG!"
WHO: Jasmine, defiled Dean, Elwood (sort of)
WHERE: just outside the locked quarters of Jasmine and Dean
WHEN: about 1 second after the last post finished
ADDITIONAL: it would be wise to click the link below if you want to
understand what's going on...http://groups.yahoo.com/group/JMC_Blue_Dwarf/files/elwood2.jpg
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"Far from it actually sir" came a voice from the other end of the
corridor; "I'm very much alive"
Turning his attention from the river of skutters to the origin of the
voice, Dean was understandably baffled by what he saw.
Turning her attention from various parts of Dean's anatomy to the
origin of the voice, Jasmine was also baffled by what awaited her.
A large spindly figure started moving towards the pair, clattering
along the passageway on oversized feet. It's gaint wasn't a
comfortable one, and several times it seemed to stumble. The figure
stopped a short distance from the locked door and tilted its head to
one side.
"Was there something I didn't do that has left you upset at me sir?"
came the vaguely familiar voice again.
Eventually, Dean seemed to find his own voice.
"W-who are you?" he said, immediately winning the 'dumb question of
the year award' in the process.
The figure said nothing, turning its gaze to Jasmine almost
pleadingly.
"Dean, hon..." she said soothingly; "It's Elwood"
"Elwood?! But how..?"
"It's written on his chestplate"
"Oh... well spotted"
Glad his identity was secured again, Elwood took a step closer.
"Sorry... I probably should have mentioned that earlier" the skutter
said apologetically.
Dean and Jasmine exchanged shrugs before standing, one of the pair
covering themselves up as best they could. A few seconds of silence
passed uneventfully.
"You look different" Dean commented; "Did you cut your hair?"
"No sir"
"Really?"
"Yes sir"
"Is that a 'yes, I have cut it', or a 'yes, I haven't...'"
"Elwood..." Jasmine interrupted, clamping a hand over Dean's
mouth; "Could you possibly get us into our quarters before someone's
brain freezes and falls off"
The uber-skutter's head tilted again.
"Someone's brain? But both of you have a full head of hair, and it's
not cold enough to..."
"Just open the door metal trash" she snapped, her eyes starting to
burn with the kind of anger Elwood knew to avoid.
"Yes ma'am" he said, digging his claws into the tiny gap between the
door and its frame and wrenching it open; "Sorry ma'am"
((OOC: *dances* posty goodness...))