Helping what witht he hand now?

Well, ive been informed that as theres only one Emohawk, and its
currently been spliced into two different time zones, i can think of
only one way of sorting this.... I shall lead from Deans post, which
will lead into rejoiningness... hopefully that should fix the
problem, if anyone asks, a temporal reality vent caused it, and i
cannot be blamed.
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"It was a French one, thus it was unisex." he replied.
"Why hasn't your body reassembled?"
"I dunno, I don't think it can till I get the emotion back."
"Has anyone got a bag we can transport the rest of you in? We'll take
it in turns to carry your head." asked Tara.
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Keats scratched himself, in these situations, it was the only thing a
man could do...
'Bag you say... yes... i have one right here...' Keats removed his
hand from his crotch and reached around in his pocket for one. He was
suprised at the amount of people who politely refused to accept it.
'Fine then, **I** shall bag him then, dang, your all so squeemish,
hes only in bits... im suprised at YOU especially, Ms Doctor Lady'
He pointed his finger at Tara, who flinched as it got within ten
centimeters.
'Just bag it you doik'
'Pah... dont see why i have to...'
'Because, MR Keats, if you dont, during your next check up, you might
find yourself with a little less down there... hear me?!'
The males who were still mobile shuffled awkardly at this.
Keats grumbled.. he wasnt keen on taking oreders, he was behind on
his sleep and hed been suffering from a hangover since he and Phil
were last on Aeron...
<quietly to himself>
'Stupid medical lady threatening me... if i were the medical lady id
show her... always ordering me around, well, one of these days il
give here a piece or my mi... ohhhhh, whats this...'
Deans wallet was sitting unnattended in his back pocket.
It had a pleasant bulge to it.
'hehe, a few more Dollarpounds will make this job a lil easier to
bear with... hehehe'
<out of Keats self muttering>
'Have you finished yet? im getting bored waiting. Oh, and dont touch
ANYTHING, here me, we still cant locate the G.E.L.F. entity, and i
dont want to lose any more crew to it!'
Keats made a quick grab for the wallet, securing it in his grasp, and
into his own back pocket.
'Keats! i saw that!'
Jack had piped up.
Keats turned around and folded his arms.
'Know Jack,what on EARTH do you think i have done?'
The Bulge in his back pocket was evident, and burning guilt into him.
'Dont play innocent.. i saw that John... and.... errr... gahhh...'
'Say what?'
Keats couldnt help but feel that the others were staring.
'FINE! yes, i pinched his wallet, wasnt as if he were using it
anyway!'
He but his nad into his back pocket and threw the wallet on the
ground. At least, that was the intent, instead he pulled out a large
figurine of Jack. It was naked.
Keats blinked.
The figurine turned itself into a large blue blob, and started to
randomly shift through different forms...
'Thats... not normal... is it?' Amber said, waveringly.
It started to shift through forms, from A large Xenomorph, to Xena,
to A shatterd Endymion, to The Gun(TM) then into a lemon curd tart.
Fianlly, it changed into a small Chiwawa and ran off yelping.
'I think i can explain it....' Tara mutterd, after a few minutes of
silence from everyone...
'When Keats first joined, we noticed he had a few... differences in
his Hypothalamus and Cerebral Cortex, at first we didnt think much of
it, he seemed to function.... normally.... however.... well...
basically, his emotion isnt fixed. Normal people, and i use this term
loosely' She said, gazing at the crew 'they have Neurons that relay
emotional data to and from the brain, howver, Keats here, has a
slight... cock up... his Cortex and Hypothalamus are 90 degrees out
of trajection, meaning that the nerve pulses get caught up in the
system, like a knot in a hose, these neurons form small ganglias of
emotions that spark off randomly allowing hiim to seemingly evade the
G.E.L.F. entitys emotion absorbing trait as it cant genofix itself to
any one emotion to adjitate'
She breathed out heavily.
'Am not!' defended Keats.
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Right, the emos buggerd of to Jays group, and now its all in order...
hopefully