Dont you just hate it when THAT happens....

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The Gun, that Keats still had grasped flickerd
Total Muscle growth at 172% of normal...
Phoenix Fire cycle complete...
...
...
awaiting input Master Keats...
END PROGRAM/////////
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Jack layed Keats out on the floor, his clothes were soaked with the
remanants of the ressussitation device, Phoenix Fire... 'Alright boy,
wel have you good a proper as sure as hf=....' Jack layed back,
normally he could recall Einsteins Photoelectrical equation and pump
out the answers, hell, he knew Plancs constant to four thousand
decimal places... at least, he used to... JAck shrugged his
shoulders, his scientist side of him was struggling to terms with
what was happening, infact, he couldnt think straight at all. Jack
took his eyes of Keast for a moment and looked straight
ahead.. 'Blancmange' he ventured... nothing... 'Blanc...mange...' he
waited for the feeling of his brain being sucked out from his nose...
it never came.. 'How odd, i appear to be cured...' He looked down
again, Keats breathing was speeding up.. The Communicator was shot
from the gene splicing properties of 'Phoenix Fire'. 'What the hells
gonna happen to you Keats, That thing was primed to *MY* DNA... Gun,
Run a diagnostic on Crewman Keats...' The Gun (TM) clicked quickly,
words flashed on the screen...
///USER ERROR...
SYSTEM FUNCTIONS RESTRAINED...
CONTACT WEAPON ADMINISTRATOR\\\
'I AM THE GODDAM WEAPON ADMINISTRATOR, I MADE YOU!!!!!!'
///ADMINISTRATOR DETAILS...
STANDBY...
PRODUCED BY: JACK <congealed liquid refrains view>
CURRENT ADMINISTRATOR: CREWMAN JOHN KEATS
SYSTEM LOCKDOWN IN PROGRESS, PLEASE CONTACT ADMINISTRATOR\\\
'The hell??' Jack mutterd, Keats groaned on the floor, JAck turned
him face up, His skin was a blazing pink colour... Jack stood up,
took a deep breath, and swore, loudly... The floor shook as he did.
Keats eyes opened slightly, he looked up at Jack and utterd 'The
fuck... is happening.... Jack...'