20'000 leagues of Sewage

The crew had resumed thier journey towards Deans brain and were currently negotitating Deans intestines trying to escape the stomach
"You hear something?" Alota asked
"I hear lots of things..." Phil replied "They tell me to burn things..."
"I meant outside moron"
Jay cut the engines and set the Phoenix hovering. "Somethings coming" he said, glancing at the monitor.
<END SNIPEROONIE>
 
Back in "Real" Size BD...
Dean's cheeks suddenly glowed red.
"Heh, never mind the bulletholes, I need the lav..." he started.
"Hold it!" came a marine's voice from the door.
"Great." sighed Jasmine, "The reinforcements."
"Correct lady. And we ain't chuffed that Chaos here has just put one of our best men out of action." He gestured at Dean as he did this.
"No, listen, I really need to go!" Dean was practically starting to cry.
"Oh, alright, you can go, but under armed supervision."
"Oh jees.." quickly followed by an "anything, ANYTHING!"
Dean dropped the half finished chocolate bar on the deck and ran off in direction of the promenade loos, 4 marines following at a brisk trot. Jasmine idly picked up the chocolate bar, (hey, she was a woman, she couldn't resist it) and finished it up. Before heading off after Dean at a rate of knots. As she passed the mens lavs all she could hear was "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Oh man." came a marine's voice.
"Dude!" came another.
"Where's the chemical gas suits?" asked the third.
<THUD>, the 4th fainted onto the floor.
But Jasmine, by this time, had found her way into the womens and was similarly enjoying her relief.
Listening on his microphones which he had positioned there, Tim the chef sighed back, and conducted it like an orchestra...
 
Dean "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Thomas
<OOC: Yeah, it sucks, but, well, writers block does such things you know>