Niples-"The Madness of Ambassador Niples the third"

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"It's raining sausage roll!" yelled Phil looking out of the
viewscreen.
"Jay?" Seymour shouted over the noise, "Get us out before..." <CLUNK>
The lights flickered but remained. Unfortunately the power of the
falling meat and propelled them under the level of acid, now happily
gurgling.
"I have no idea which way is up!!!" Jay shouted, attempting to fly
out of the gunk.
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The shrunken Phoenix Crew
Inside Dean
The phoenix buffeted and Seymour held onto his had, and his stomach.
This didn't sit right with the Cous Cous and Tarragon pate he's
indulged in before coming on the trip.
The lights dimmed, darkness. Outside was… well it was thick with
acid. Bubbling, acidic… blobs, stomach closing in on them, swirling
around them. The cockpit looked small, closing in on him too. Jay
shouting and trying to control the ship, other people shouting
commands. They barrelrolled as a piece of sausage hit them. Seymour
had brought a flask of Earl Grey Tea for the trip, it now splashed
all over the floor, wasted.
"NOOOOOO!!! I cant take this anymore!" Seymour said holding his ears
and shutting his eyes as the cockpit and sounds smothered him.
He stood up and fell over onto Jay, knocking them into a steeper
dive. "Seymour what's wrong?" Phil and Kara grabbed him as it looked
like he was going to feint.
"Must get out of here, must escape!" Seymour said climbing over half
the crew trying to get the back to the escape hatch.
"He's gone MAD!" Canazza pointed and shouted.
"Mad? MAD? Madness is being trapped in here, in a tiny ship, TINY!
No space! no space to breathe! Let me out!" Seymour bellowed and
tried to fight the grip Phil and Kara had on him.
"You cant go out, there's stomach acid out there." Alotta stood up
and tried to calm him the Royal Ambassador down. "Now take a deep
breath."
Seymour did, and calmed down. Everyone released their grip on him.
"Canazza, why don't you get the Ambassador a nice cup of tea? To
calm his nerves." Alotta suggested.
Canazza looked at the spilled flask on the floor.
"No can do, its all gone."
Seymours eyes flared again. "NO TEA! NO TEA?? RAAAR!" he struggled
to the rear hatch and Phil pulled him away.
"Just let him out, if he wants to die…" Jay said dispassionately
from the front.
"No Seymour! You'll flood the ship and kill us all!"
"Knock him out!" Shouted Jay, starting to enjoy it.
Seymour took another breath and Alotta sat him back down to his
seat. "Its okay keep breathing deeply."
"I found this if you want a drink" Canazza offered a can.
"LAGER???!!!" Shouted Seymour with disgust and knocked the can out
of his face where it spilled all over the cockpit. There was an
electric fizzling and the engines went dead.
Jay took his hands off the steering column as nothing was
happening. "What's going on…oh, oh great!"
Everyone scowled at Seymour.
"Well what do you expect if you don't have any tea onboard…"
Jay looked at the windscreen. "Actually it isn't bad, without
engines we've floated to the top of his stomach, we know which
direction we're up at least!"
"We just have no engines… we'll end up getting digested, and taking
a long nasty trip through Deans bowels!" Canazza said with an
upturned nose.
"Surely you know how to fix it… don't you?" Said Seymour looking
round.
Canazza shrugged.
"Oh Good God! Come on, just press a few buttons!" Seymour leaned
over and started pressing anything he could in another fit of
madness. "This! THIS, or this?"
"No don't press that! its…"
A series of automatic gunshots were heard. "OH DEAR GOD! What have I
done?"
Jay looked forward. "You've shot 6 holes through Deans stomach
lining…"
<Tag, who would like to carry on?>