Cold turkey?

Who?: Jay's bug
Where?: Jay's bug
When?: Read on, dear friend, and all shall be revealed...
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"Well..." started the Captain..."It seem like dame fortune has
decided to smile on us... We have located BD..."
There wasn't much response from the rest of the crew but Jasmine
couldn't stop smiling, BD had after all become her only home.
"... and it looks like ALL the beer is there as well"
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"Oh my God,.........YESSSSSSSSSSS!!! Whoooo-hoooooo! Alright! Go
B.D., i's yer birthday, we' gonna partay like it's ya birthday, I'm
gonna sip Bicardi like It's MY birhtday! An' you know we don't give a
f**k if it's your birthday!" Keith was ecstatic, the loudest voice in
the crowd, swinging his arms around and generally being a happy
little miner (no jokes, please...).
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Keith, now in total control, approached Alota with respect and
perfect discipline oozing from every orifice. Noticing Jay's eye on
him he looked the pilot in the eye and gave him a hand gesture which
he hoped would be interpreted as 'It's ok mate, I'm not moving in on
her, I'm just having a word.'.
Jay returned to his work, still not entirely satisfied...
Then Keith spoke.
"Ma'am, could I, like, borrow a moment of your time please?"
Perfectly to attention, Keith ripped off a salute which would have
made Arnold Rimmer green with 'Why didn't *I* think of that?' envy.
He knew that Alota's decision on this issue would either put him in
heaven or condemn him to hell...
"Ok, what do you want, nobody is THAT repectful unless their after
something...?"
"Well, I was wondering, like, if I might be assigned to the
preparation crew for the BD while the rest of you cavort around on
earth?"
Alota laughed, drawing a suspicious eye from Jay.
" I see what your up to, you want to be the first at the beer, don't
you!?!"
Keith performed another wrist-mangling salute, and attempted an age
old approach to winning an officer over in an arguement. Still
totally straight-faced and at attention, face gleaming with honesty
and hope (and a little sweat), he spoke again...
" Congratulations Captain! You have, like, correctly guessed at my
motives! As it should have become apparent I am something of an
alcoholic, and being dry out in space for so long is beggining to,
like, put me through 'cold turkey', which is not pleasant."
Alota was still highly amused by Keith's petition.
"Go on then, you poor little man, you can join the preparation crew,
just leave some for the rest of us eh?!"
"My sincerest thanks."
And then the ship reached 88mph, and blinked into the past...
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Gavin "cold turkey" Branson.