escape, beer, hole sweet hole

Chrysler had somehow managed to get into the oxygen pump system, and was now trying figure out how the hell he was going to get back into the rest of the ship.
a light came from the tube ahead, he realised he must have come about 4 or 5 decks up from the quarantine deck so he guessed he must be pretty near the bar at the moment.
he scurried along the vent and sure enough the was a grill below him he kicked it through and jumped down, landing on the pool table, sending many balls flying in all directions.
"You shouldn't have done that!!!"
he looked up and the biggest pile of walking muscle he'ed ever seen was brandishing a pool cue. "Now im gonna have t'hurt ya!"
Chrysler, leapt out of the way and started throwing balls at the oncoming muscle mountain, THWACK!, right in the happy sacks.
the bloke fell to his knees clutching his crotch.
Chrysler made his way to the bar and ordered a pitcher of JMC brand lager. "Finally" thought Jay "I can get drunkin the comfort of my local"
After a few more pints he started to make his way to his quarters. Only problem was when he got there he discovered that the wall of his quarters was gone, only forcefields were holding the air inside. THOSE GODDAM ROCKS HAD EATEN HIS WALL!............