The Detergent Dam Bursts...

"You'll need to wear this," Cerebrum replied, grinning and holding out at-shirt. On the front of the t-shirt was written: Aliens bugs, please eatme.
<END SNIP>"I've got a better plan though." said Dean, putting his mouth underneath the spout of the water dispenser, before drinking the entire contents. Then:
"Container."
Cerebrum handed him the coffee container.
Dean turned around, and, facing the corner unzipped, and let the flood go.
"Container." he said
Cerebrum replaced the pot with a mug.
"And another."
Cerebrum then placed a saucepan underneath the torrent.
Whilst he poured out the fluid he had ingested, Dean tried to think of a conversation...
"Say it tasted pretty good, you got the recipe? ulp, container"
Cerebrum bunged a helmet from a spacesuit underneath the flow before running to the midsection and grabbing every pot and pan he could...
 
Finally the flow stopped. And Dean zipped up "AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIGHHHHHHHH!!!" he yelled leaping around the modified bug,
"Hurts doesn't it?" said Cerebrum smugly, trying not to laugh.
Dean 'accidentally' kicked a bucket of the flood over Cerebrum's uniform, which turned half of it bleached white... Dean then manged to zip up properly.
"Hey." he said, looking at Cerebrum, "you should market this as detergent."
Suddenly, the white areas on his uniform dissolved.
"Or not" Dean added nonchalantly.
Cerebrum, just stood there, thanking god that at least the crotch had not been covered by the urine. "I'm going to get changed." said Cerebrum.
"I'll get us down to the surface... any particular co-ordinates you'd like?"
"Yeah," said Cerebrum, handing him a slip of paper, with the co-ordinates written on it.
"Right," said Dean, before heading ot the cockpit... whilst Cerebrum turned around and started to walk towards the toilet. SUddenly the bug jolted, sending a mug of the poison over Cerebrum's trouser crotch area. "Whoops," said Dean from the cockpit, "forget that we were flying backwards for a second."
Cerebrum fumed, covering his vitals with a book, entitled: "Whoops, we nearly lost Dick"
"10 minutes to landing" said Dean, "you might want to start putting the poison into a container for dispersal...
"Why?" asked Cerebrum, not moving, "it's diluted."
"Well.. erm.. we could always try using it like a crop spray - just fly over the area showering it?" Dean said, laughing as he got a glimpse of Cerebrum on the bug's security camera.
 
Dean "Whoops" Thomas