*Action* Undo Copy.

Phil rambled off someone where  mumbling something
about "...bloody basatrd chrysler and my bike...going to kill him i will, smake
his balls with a croquet mallet i shall yes hm hm hm" like a 6foot tall yoda
with black hair.
Jay, meantime was hurtling along one of the blue dwarf’s
corridor’s at well over 300mph, darting side to side, swinging jacks sword
at passing Jack clones. He came to the promenade, where the corridor opened up,
and where the largest concentration of cheetah clones were currently present,
he squeezed the front brake with his right hand and stomped his foot down on
the back, skidding to a halt. He faced the clones side on, peering over his
sunglasses at them, and revved the engine in an attempt to intimidate them.
They turned to face him, and realising they were the real Jay, and not the copy
of him that was their leader, all swarmed toward him.
Jay twisted the throttle, and roared away, tossing several
ointment grenades over his shoulder as the clones chased after him, the Cheetahs
inches away from his back wheel, the grenades detonated, splashing thick,
greenish yellow goo all over the creatures that were chasing him. He throttled
harder, getting a quick burst of speed to make the gap between himself and the
clones larger, and squeezed the front brake hard, sending him up on the front
wheel in a stupidly long stoppie, then spun around before landing the rear
wheel back on the ground. He watched as the clones dissolved, amongst agonised wails
and feline screams.
“Nice going Doc’” he said to himself “This
stuff really works”
He pulled away again, swinging around
dozens of robo-jay’s, wasp’s, scorpions, cheetahs and Jacks and
thundered down the engineering corridor, and using the gun he had used on the
cargo bay doors to do the same to the engineering deck doors, and tearing
through them.
He found the sprinkler system tanks, and emptied the
ointment into it. Now all that was needed was to trigger the fire alarm and get
the ointment pouring throughout the ship. He looked around, and found a
blowtorch, he picked it up, and headed toward a waste-paper basket which he
picked up, and placed under a smoke detector, he sighed a sigh of relief and
lowered the blowtorch toward the basket, lighting the paper. The fire alarm
sounded and the sprinklers started spaying ointment on every deck of the ship.        
Jay peered around the door of the engineering deck, and
watched as several mech-clones, human half melted, they’re DNA
collapsing, leaving nothing but metal hulks which fell to the floor. He leant
back against the wall, closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
“Jay..” came Jack’s voice over the ships comm.
“We’re not in the clear yet..Holly’s still screwed.”
“Smeg…did you HAVE to remind me?!”
“Relax Mr Chrysler” said an unfortunately familiar
voice. “I’m sure we’ll have no further problems with HIM!”
Cerebrum’s hologram materialised in the centre of the room.
“What did you do?” Jay asked, not really wanting
an answer
“Just gave him one of my professional therapy
sessions, by the way that’ll be $£15,000”
Holly’s face appeared on screen, as white as a ghost.
“Gordon Bennett…that’s was ‘Orrible!”
he said “The other guy scarpered as soon as ‘e’ turned up”
holly nodded toward Cerebrum “He’s been psycho analyising me for
FOUR DAYS STRAIGHT!”   
“So, the scientist personality’s gone then?!”
Jay asked
“For good hopefully” Cerebrum replied “He
deleted himself rather than face a one-to-one with me…can you believe it?!”
“No not at all”, Jay said, Cerebrum turned to face
him, seeing that he jokingly had his gun to his head,
“Yes..very funny, why do you feel the need to make fun
of everyone………tell me about your mother”