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"Okay... concentrate, concentrated squash." Dante slowly re-emerged."Can see you now mate.""Good. What where you saying about the mission Capt.<END SNIP>
"Hang on." said Dean, "something's wrong."
"Tell us something we don't know Deano." said Jay jocularly.
"It feels like my limbs aren't responding to my brain!"
"Wow! He might actually be able to fly safely now."
"Nonsense my dear fellow." said Dean, his Ionian accent suddenly very strong, "It merely means that I can do this!"
Dean then took his leg off. And put it back on.
The crowd gasped and then applauded.
"How can you do that?"
"I'm not sure, I think this planet, instead of turning me into Elvis like last time has affected my brain. It feels like when I was on the DNA Machine."
"What, so you're smart as well?"
"I think my brain power means I can disconnect my limbs and not feel the pain at all."
"Dean." said Dante, "can you take your arm off?"
"Certainly."
Dean complied.
"Now wiggle your fingers."
They wiggled.
"BRUTAL! Over here, quick."
Dante and Dean went to one side.
"Look, I can get you a camera, then you just disconnect your hand, move into the women's shower room at camp and bingo!"
"Brutal! I like your thinking!" said Dean.
"Boys?" said Alota, from the centre of the group, "can you come back and we can carry on with mission planning now?"
"Sorry ma'am." said Dean, "We were, uhm... discussing base camp."
"What about it?"
"Well." said Dante, "are the bathing facilities completely to your satisfaction?"
"WHAT?" said Alota, outraged.
"Don't worry ma'am" said Dean, thinking on his feet. "We're carrying out a survey for Canazza in the engineering department, they want to know if you can relax entirely in the confines of the camp."
"Well, in that case. Yes. We all can."
"Thank you very much ma'am." said Dean and Dante, trying to hide the shit-eating grin they each had on their faces.
 
Dean "Deano & Dante TV" Thomas