Rock and (barrel) roll

WHO: Elwood
WHERE: Battling for truth, freedom, and the continuation of Dean's
toastie fetish... er, just outside the BD
WHY: Because Jay said so
WHEN: Just after Jay said so
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Jay's call to arms couldn't have come sooner for Elwood. He was close
to the limits of his limitless patience subroutines as he had been
cleaning up after dinosaurs that hadn't seemed to have been house
trained.
Leaving the pitiful standard-issue JMC dustpan and brush behind, the
hulking machine bounded down to the shuttlebay and scrambled into the
Star-classicalpimpsafetyturbo-bug. The mishmashed craft bounced on
its hydraulic legs for a few seconds before super-re-heating its way
into the already crowded region of space.
Flaring towards the nearest tractor-beam emitter with the kind of G-
force that would turn anything organic into an easy-pour pulp, Elwood
had something of a realisation.
Although Timmy, KBB, WD-40 and himself had done an excellent job in
personalising the Starbug, there were a few blindingly obvious
oversights that they'd all made, the most relevant one being that
they'd forgotten to attach any form of weapon to the craft's outer
hull.
There was a considerable explosion as the modified ship impacted
against an impressive mass of orbiting structures, grinding an
oversized hole through the various modules and reappearing on the
other side, practically undamaged.
Lacking any form of air-processing facilities or gas storage,
Elwood's sigh of relief was hardly impressive. The Star-
classicalpimpsafetyturbo-bug's bullbars had functioned perfectly...
which was fortunate as there were a lack of bulls in deep space to
practice on.
And so it continued as the skutter's craft rapidly continued ram-
raiding its way through the network of emitters.