HOORAY! Awww.. smeg

"and don't even think of blaming it on that bug, it was you that did
it!!"
she scanned the room, everyone fell silent. She spied jack sitting
in the corner, next to keats, who had regained his... mental
stability? and the big pink tree, doing an encore of its earlier
performance on a makeshift stage at the opposite side to the bar.
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The tree stopped clickity-clacking it's way across the stage.
Silence reigned, the gentle hum of the ship's air conditioning could
be heard.
"...honey.." said Jay
Alota turned even more purple.
"Bad move dude." stage-whispered Dean from next to hm at teh table.
"Don't you honey me! And as for you! What with you leading the
marines on board and all, you're responsible for this! You're with
Jay on repair duty until everything is fixed!"
"Yes ma'am." Dean shrank behind his beer glass, wishing it all to be
over. Alota had that effect on everybody. Apart from one.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
came roaring up the corridor, on one of the golf buggies usually
reserved for throwing through McDonalds windscreen. It rammed
Parrotts' doors and stop, but MP kept going, flying through the air
and hitting Alota square in the back.
Silence apart from teh dying squeaks of the golf cart reigned once
more.
"HOOOOOOOORAY!!" A mighty cheer went up, and everyone started
offering Phil drinks. "Dude, she's my wife, show some compassion."
said Jay to Dean as he and 5 othersl lifted Phil onto their
shoulders and paraded him around with the bar singing "FOR HE'S A
JOLLY GOOD FELLOW! FOR.."
Alota stood up, apolectic with rage. "RIGHT! THAT'S IT! REPAIR DUTY!
ALL OF YOU!"
"Awww.. smeg!" rose the noise from the entire assembled multitude.
Dean "HOORAY! Awww, smeg." Thomas