Efof + Dean "Moving the beer"

Who: Efof and Dean
Where: Outside the Pirates ship
When: While the other teams were inside
Efof and Dean had found where the Pirates had kept the alcohol, to
keep the pirate ship sleak in design, most of the cargo had to be
towed behind them or attached to the exterior of the ship so if
could be shed in a battle to keep the ship light and manouverable.
This helped Efof and Dean, as they could steal the unguarded tanks
of beer without even disturbing the pirates. Both of them stood on
the exterior of the Pirate ship wearing space suits.
"These suits really don't give me enough room for my genitals" Efof
said scratching his head.
Dean ignored him and uncoupled the first huge rounded tank with a
laser welder. The lack of gravity allowed him to pick the tank up
above his head effortlessly. He passed it to Efof who held it above
his head and spun it around on his finger.
"Look at me! I'm Hercules- or some kind of other Earth superhero!"
"Quiet nads-for-brains!" Said Dean. "Stop messing around or these
pirates will make SURE your suit fits."
"That doesn't sound too bad… are they tailors of some sort?"
"No I meant they'll cut your genitals off!"
"Oh… not really like tailors then. Although on Ffion tailors
sometimes had two jobs, and one might be to cut-"
"Please Efof, don't carry that sentence on any further, your planet
sounded like a very odd place!"
"No, no, it was a beautiful paradise, sexy women, great food, tasty
wine on tap…. A bit uninteresting though, not like your planet- I
like Earth because of its funny violent movies- like the
Terminator!" He started stomping up and down the hull like
Arnie. "I'll be back, I'll be back! And your rock and heavy metal
music!" He started banging on the hull as if he were playing
drums. "And your crazy adverts- `Asda price, Asda Price!'" he
slapped his ass and giggled.
"Bloody foreigner!" Said Dean, throwing another tank of alcohol that
Efof caught and attached to the back of the Phoenix on a tow-rope.
Dean passed him another. Efof read the large label brazened across
the tank. "Dean? What's the thing called chil-le vod-ka?"
Dean laughed, and was quite surprised that they had an entire tank
of the stuff.
"Its lovely Efof, you should try some, its really nice and sweet."
"Really?"
"Yeah, just attach your space-suit's air-tank nozzle to it and pour
it straight into your mouth, you'll love it!" He joked.
Dean turned away to laser th couplings to another tank, and when he
turned back, Efof was actually holding the tank above his head
feeding the chilli vodka into his air supply.
"NO EFOF! I wasn't being serious! Its really spicy!"
Efof had already taken a big mouthful, and now didn't know what to
do with the liquid. He could spit it out into his helmet, where it
would float around and get in his eyes or he could swallow it. He
swallowed painlessly.
"What? It wasn't that bad!" He said as Dean started fussing to see
if he was alright. "What are you doing Mr Thomas?"
Dean was counting down from 10.
"7, 6, 5,"
"But I feel fine."
"4, 3, 2"
"Maybe whatever it is, it doesn't effect Ffioni- OHHHHHHHHHHH
CRAPOHCRAPOHCRAP!!!!!" Efof ran around the hull, his magnetic boots
making a loud clomping noise.
Dean quickly uncoupled a large cylindrical tank of Carling and fed
the connector pipe into Efof's helmet. The next thing Efof knew was
that he was drowning in beer, so started drinking until it was all
in his mouth and the burning sensation had subsided.
"Thankyou, I think I needed that."
"Yes, now I think we better hurry now, you made a bit of commotion
and I think we probably attracted some attention."
"Like that guy over there?" Efof pointed to a window looking out
from the hull they were stood on. "Coooeeey!" He waved. The pirate
looked like he'd just woken up, to look out of his cabin window and
see an alien running around like his head was on fire.
"Don't wave you idiot!" Dean snatched Efofs hand down to his
side. "If we look suspicious he'll raise the alarm, try and act like
a Pirate!"
"Erm… okay." Said Efof and started walking around with a limp. "Look
at me, I have a wooden leg like a Pirate, aaar! And erm…. Ho ho me
hearty! AAArrr, aaar, oooh aaar!"
"Ooooh aaaar?" Said Dean. "You're a Pirate not a Devonshire farmer!"
"Well I don't know! I've barely ever met a pirate, or whatever a
Devonshire is!"
"Nevermind, just hurry up then!"
Dean threw another crate, which Efof let hit the hull underneath
him, the crate split open and out flew hundreds of glass bottles of
sherry.
"Oh no, its Seymours sherry! He'll be so upset!"
"Ah no great loss." Said Dean. "Help me with another crate."
<OOC- Tag to Dean, sorry for the crap place to end it but I need to
get some sleep, I'm moving to uni tomorrow wahoo!!!>