Stroppy Keats and the magic hearing
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'In these situations, theres only one thing to do!'
He ran back to the shuttle, grabbed a pillow and duvet from a medical
cabinet, and found a nice concealed grassy area, perched deceptively
in some rocks, and proceeded to get his first bit of sleep for a long
time.
"I need 3 volunteers for a crucial mission for the Captain." The
majority of the crew tried to make themselves look small, busy or
inconspicuous. One lad shrunk down to the same sort of size as a
action man
and scuttled of round a tree.
Dante felt something hit his large foot. As he looked down he could
see the
now mattered hair on Deans head. And hear his muffled cries for help.
He
picked the head up and managed to Humpty Deanty back together
again. "Right
I helped you with the volunteers now you need to help me with them."
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Keats awoke sharply. He hated being woken up.
Several people were shouting and laughing nearby, and the pillow
didnt drown out the noise nearly enough.
'WILL YOU SHUT UP OVER THERE!!!'
There was silence.. then... and ear splitting laugh pierced into his
brain, his eyes shot open again. Grabbing a nearby chunk of wood that
was suspiciously 2 by 4 shaped, he pulled himself upto his almost
impressive height of 6ft and strode off towards where the noise was
coming from.
<five minutes later>
'Dammit, where the hell am I' The talking was definatly getting
louder, however, he still hadnt found them.
He accessed his nanocoms.
'Gun, i need you to incorporate yourself in 'The Endymion' and fly
your ass down here, pronto!'
There as a sarcastic sigh from "The Gun(TM)"
'You want anything else, packed lunch, clean underwear, mummy an help
you..'
Keats grabbed his head a groaned
'The Endymion will suffice for now...'
He contined walking towards the sound.
<ANOTHER five minutes>
Keats strolled into the middle of a discussion group containing
Seymour, Dante, Jay and several bits of Dean.
'Now look, i havent slept for god knows how long, i have a splitting
headache, bruises all around me, a hangover that wont dissapear and i
dont need some fat buffoon, whos standing not to far away from me at
the moment laughing at some good forsaken goddam smeggy joke!
THANKYOU!'
Dante looked at Seymour, who nodded.
'Well done Keats, you just volunteered!'
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