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Who: Canazza, Timmy, Canazza #3
Where: Alternate Habitation Decks
When: Dinnertime
Canazza followed the other one, who he found out was called 'Donald', down the dilapidated habitation decks.
"Where are we going? This doesn't look like the way to my quarters"
"why, where were your quarters?" Donald asked
"C-section"
"C-section was converted into an armoury."
"Oh, right"
"Infact, A, B, C and D were converted into armouries, battlements and hanger bays"
"what's left, E F and G?"
"Actually, only E. F and G were totalled in an encounter with some hostiles."
They walked on a bit further, past some venting steam pipes and blinking lights.
"Well, I just hope we don't meet up with any more alternate us's" Canazza said, glancing at his alternate, who was already beginning to bruise around the eye where Canazza roundhouse kicked him.
"Don't worry, There won't be any more" Donald reassured him, turning the corner, "Here we are," he waved Canazza inside.
"Holy smeg," Canazza was shocked to see two more likenesses standing at the other side of the room, "I thought you said there were no more us's"
"That's a mirror" Donald said, walking into the room and over to the table.
"I knew that" Canazza sat opposite him. The room was rather spacious and quite luxurious for a battle ship Canazza thought
"This room's quite spacious and luxurious for a battleship" He then said.
"Yeh, with most of the crew dead we managed to expand most of the rooms out a bit, also, all the linen and stuff from the old rooms were sorted and ordered, Anything metal got melted down and used for parts, wooden things got burned for fuel and plastic things were turned into McDonalds ketchup containers"
"How did you get all this neat stuff"
"I got to one of the rooms before the cleanup crews," Donald gave himself a chuckle.
"That's evil, how can you be evil when you're the good twin"
"Just because I had all my nastiness purged doesn't mean I can't learn again"
"oh." Donald pulled his 2 inch Timmy* out of his pocket and placed him in a maze, "What's that for?"
"I'm training him to be a spy," Donald pointed out the laser trip wires and the shock turrets, "If he makes a wrong turn and trips the alarm he gets a shock, if he gets to the end he gets a scotch"
"Maybe I should do that with you," Canazza said to his Timmy
"Smeg off" Timmy said, "I can get my Scotch at Parrots whenever I want"
"They let you into Parrots?" Donald said, "They won't let Timmy in anymore, the last time he went in, he crawled up a pump and waited for them to pull pints and he'd drink some of it. People kept complaining their beer tasted of oil. They didn't find him for a week"
"Damn, i'm glad I made mine big enough to find" Canazza looked round, Timmy was gone, "Smeg"
They looked around and spotted him over by the maze, flooding it with booze. there was a feint squeal coming from it, "Thankyooooo" it said, before fading away
"Oh my god!" Donald said, "You Killed Timmy"
"You BASTARD!" Canazza shouted.Name: Dave Canazza
Status: Corny I know, but i wanted rid of one of the Timmy's. 
*it's not what you think, you're disgusting.