Crowded Medibay

Who: (okay, here we go...) Jay, Jack, Dean, Amber, Bob, Sara, Phil,
Mini-Phil, Seymour, Keto, Wildflower, The Big Pink Tree and ANYONE
ELSE IN THE FRELLING CROWDED MEDIBAY!
Where: Ahem. Read above.
When: Don't ask me, just don't.
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<<SNIP>>
> "Shouldn't somebody help him?" asked Dean, pointing at Jack out in
> the corridor, currently being spun about on the end of one of the
> suits arms like a plate.
<<END SNIP>>
"Help him? Seems perfectly good pitching form to me..." mused
Keto, glancing out briefly.
"Not Jay! Jack!" snapped Dean.
"Oh. Of course. Well, given that an extremely adept fighter with
more training than all of us put together is currently being swung
around like a cat o' nine tails, then what do you think that WE can
do?"
"Uh, Charlie..." began Wildflower.
"Well, we should do SOMETHING!" replied Dean.
"I have to agree," nodded Seymour, "It's hardly sporting to let the
poor chap battle a giant robotic suit on his own. Did I mention, by
the way, that I managed to orchestrate a marvellous plan to start our
wormhole drive..."
"We'd all be killed!" snorted Keto, "Instantly!"
"Charlie, I really think..." tried Wildflower again, tugging at
Keto's sleeve.
"He'll kill us anyway, it looks like! What's wrong with him,
anyway?" asked Dean, glancing out into the corridor, where Jack was
now lying in a crumpled heap in the corner.
"He's got a hymenoptera bug in him," pointed out Phil, pulling on
his shirt.
"Which, by the way, I managed to let us escape from, by..." began
Seymour.
"A bug!? How did that get there?"
"EEE-eeeeee!"
"It must have come from the other vessels. We can't beat it in
that damned suit..."
"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!"
There was silence.
"Right," breathed Wildflower. "Charlie...the Tree's gone."
"At last," muttered Keto.
"No. I mean it's gone out THERE," said Wildflower, pointing out
into the corridor.
Everyone turned to stare.
"What's it doing?" whispered Dean after a couple of moments of
silent staring.
"It looks like a polka," said Seymour.
There was more silence.
"There is nothing wrong with a good polka," sniffed Seymour.
"WHY..." blinked Keto, "Is a member of my staff doing the polka in
front of a psychotic, alien-controlled pilot?"
"I think it wanted to help Jack by causing a distraction," said
Wildflower.
"It's working," nodded Phil.
"A little...help...here?" managed Jack, stumbling in through the
door.
"Ssshh. We're watching the dancing."
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OOC: Dear God, how many people are in the medibay? ;) And welcome
back Doom! Third time lucky, hmm?
Tag anyone.