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The party was somewhat interrupted by the crashing of a Blue Midget
about 100metres away. As the crew got up from where they had been
blown by the shockwave, Jay could be heard above them all.
"DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNN!!!"
"Yes?"
"So, by some miracle, someone else crashed a ship?"
"Looks like it. Mine's back over there a bit." said Dean, and his
arm, a few feet away pointed in the correct direction.
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Who: Everybody at last
Where: Phebe
When: Shortly after crashing Blue Midget
The truly unfortunate entity known as John Smith awoke to the
unpleasant feeling of being crushed by piles of mangled metal, as
well as the equally unpleasant feeling of being electrocuted (due to
his arm inavertantly brushing against a broken power cable).
John moaned and tried to pull himself from the wreckage of the Blue
Midget. He cursed a few times at nothing in particular. When he got
bored with that he cursed his own stupidity at choosing a Blue Midget
and not something more durable like, say, a Starbug.
Oddly, for every time he cursed, the pile seemed to become lighter.
Oddly, this was because for every time he cursed, one of the massive
bits of Blue Midget dematerialized and rematerialized in an entirely
different part of the universe.
When the last piece vanished in a fit of sparkling neon energy and
Highlander-esque lightning effects, John slowly stood up, expecting
to see a good samaritan of some sort who had dug him out.
That was not what he saw.