This plots a little hard to digest.....

"I suppose that would work,""Canazza, get working on that too""There are other people on the ship you know," he replied"Don't talk back""WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH!" Jay said from the pilots seat. "NOONE! and I mean NOONE is modifying my ship!"
"What are you talking about? YOU modify it all the time!"
"ITS MY SMEGGING SHIP!, besides was noone listening to Phil, at our size, no matter how many of those thing we use at no matter what size they'll have NO EFFECT!"
"Got any better ideas?" Canazza asked
"What do I look like a doctor?"  Jay said, as he sent the Phoenix hurtling along Deans blood stream, toward the stomach.
"Jay" said Phil "Can the Phoenix or can the Phoenix NOT survive a few seconds exposure to Stomach acid?"
"Well it's designed to survive re-entry temperatures and to withstand limited exposure to radiation...so I should imagine so but I only just cleaned it yesterday!"
"JAY CHRYSLER!" scolded Alota, "Are you more concerned about our lives or your goddam F##KING PAINTJOB??!"
"DONT MAKE ME CHOOSE!"
"I DONT WANNA DIE!!!!" cried Keats from somewhere at the back of the shuttle.
"I still don't think this will work y'know! But..its..too..late.." he trialed off as the white blood cell dissolved on the surface of the viewscreen and a green liquid filled the view in its place, Jay pulled up again and levelled off, setting the craft to hover above the surface of the pool of acid.
"OK!" he said, turning his chair to face the group, "Now does anyone here have a SMEGGING clue what were doing?!"
 
 
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