Time to take back the ship

The result was Keats stopping dead againt Phil, who seemed to be able to ignore the concept of conservation of momentum, and didnt budge. Keats slipped to the floor and burbled, before standing up again, brushing himself off and smiling."Hi again!"
 
Phil mearly frunted(Like grunting, but more flipant) at Keats.
 
"That was you was that?" asked Phil indicating the explosion.
 
"Yeah..i mean yes sir.."
 
"Hmm...not bad...although i got say these clones are starting to get RIGHT on my nips..I think it's about time we got rid of them...permantly..."
 
"Ohh Dad, you got that look on your face again..." said Amber with a mischevous grin
 
"What look?" asked Keats, starting to panic.
 
"Well, the last time dad got that look on his face he eneded up..well lets just say it was the last time anyone saw any clowns or morris dancers on the promanade.."
 
"ooh nasty...So whats the plan sir..?"
 
"Simple...I first gotta get my hands on that bike Rufus was making for me...The mods should be finished by now..."
 
"Bike?"
 
"Yeah, it's nothing special, only it's suitable for a complete nutter with no regards to his peronel saftey.."
 
"You mean like you? ohshiti'mtodie..." cried Keats covering his mouth.
 
"Yup..just like me..but i need you two to help me clear a path to the garage...when we are tere...well...bring me the big orange box.."
 
"errm.....Whats that?"
 
"Some very nasty bio-ogical weapons i've been saving for such an emergcey...you might want wear a bio suit...It's MP laundry basket!"
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