Gallileo Gallileo Figaro - MAGNIFICOOOOOoooooooohh

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"Y'know what'd be fun" Canazza's cloudy brain kicked in
"What?" Timmy asked
"I think we should go out and help those guys fight."
"YEH! LESH GO KICK SHUM ASSH!"
"We can't let them fly!" Elwood exclaimed
"I concur" E-45 replied,
"If you really must go" Elwood negotiated, "Then we must insist that we come along"
"wouldn't have it any other way, maatey!" Canazza picked the skutter up and ran with him towards the lift, "We are goin' flying!!"
sometime later, down in the flight deck, there was only one starbug left, the four piled in and took off, ready to join the battle.
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Who: Canazza, Timmy, Elwood and E-45
Where: Starbug 323, in space
When: during the space battle.
Queen's 'Bohemian Rhapsody' blared out of the starbugs speakers as the intoxicated Canazza tried to pilot the 210 tonne space craft, while the completely sober Elwood manned the weapons and made minor course corrections when Canazza went WAY off.
The current pilot/weapons configuration came about thanks to the misfit of a crew the bug had.
E-45 refused to be the pilot because he didn't know how to fly, and refused to man the weapons because he's a pacifist yellow-bellied Sanitation mech.
Timmy, who was also pissed out his mind, lay in a robotic coma on the scanner table and was no use to anyone.
Canazza, however, was originally elected to man the weapons while Elwood made sure they didn't crash. unfortunately Canazza shot EVERYTHING that moved, including things that he was hallucinating, atleast when he's piloting he's avoiding the stuff, even the stuff he's hallucinating, meaning they stand a fair-to-middling chance of surviving.
All to the tune of Canazza's favourite song, and at the corresponding bits he began headbanging, and also, as a reflex, pumping his arms, meaning the bug would almost spin out of control during the guitar solo's.
"Oh deary" E-45 exclaimed - looking at the scanner table, "We appear to have a 'bogey' at 'six o clock'"
"You're right" Elwood double checked, "Single pilot craft, unknown design, one life sign, Hamster"
"Hamshter?" Canazza raised one eyebrow in an attempt to look like 'spock' but ended up looking like a jelly version of Patrick Moore, "they're too shmall to pilot a shhhip"
"It's White Wolf, smeg" Elwood cursed
"Oh no, I hope he doesn't have his golf club with him" E-45 quivered, "I'm still trying to get the dent out"
"I can't get a lock on him" Elwood fired the cannons, missing the ship slightly, "he must have scramblers"
"I like eggs" Canazza mused, "Fried, scrambled, boiled, but not poached, yuk... poached is gross"
"Evasive manoeuvres" Elwood looked towards Canazza, "Dammit man"
Canazza had fallen asleep.
Elwood's brain formulated an idea. he zoomed over to another console and programmed the music player to repeat the Guitar solo over and over.
the electrifying rhythm of Brian May's guitar sparked Canazza back to life and into a frenzy of head banging.
--On Whitewolf's ship--
"Damn, what's going on" WW pressed some buttons, "They've gone into an evasive pattern i've never seen before. It's not JMC anyway, heck, it's not even bleedin' GELF"
Startled, he attempted to compensate, "Smeg! There is no pattern to it, I can't get a positive lock,"
frustrated he veered off looking for another targetName: Dave Canazza
Status: Head banging till it hurts...