and you didn\'t expect the sword wielding psycho to volunteer?

<ooc: sorry for being out for a week, net went down as we decided to
change ISP without any notice to me to tell anyone....>
<tagged from previous post>
"you know, i haven't fought anything worthy of my skills, i'll go as
well, i make a good Decoy that doesn't die!" Jack said, stepping
away from his space against the wall, he drew his Gunblade, and
swung it around a bit, before ending with it perfectly positioned in
front of him, as if it was a Katana rather than a Gunblade.
"thats good! now all we need is a pilot" Alota said, with a quick
glance at Jay, who caught it, and sank even further into his seat.
"is John here? i bet he'd want to go on a mission, we've got
nothing to clear up in our room, the bugs hardly touched it." Jack
said again, looking around for Mr. Keats.
"you have an undamaged room?" Seymour said, brightening up slightly.
"yeah, why? yours get trashed?" Jack taunted, watching for the
obvious response from Seymour... which didn't come.
"as a matter of fact, yes it did. It seems the hymenoptera are even
less cultured than i thought. They even damaged my picture of the
queen!" he said. Everyone around him suppressed laughter, they knew
Seymour could make them laugh without even trying.
"ever considered a career in standup?" came a voice from the back,
perfectly disguised so no one could tell who it was.
<tag! go on dave! begin "the further adventures of Seymour and Jack">