Feel the burn

Who: Mk.7, Efof and Queen Brittany
When: Right after last post
Where: Generic cold planet
Mk.7 struggled to free himself from the chunky goop that was both
holding him firm to the spot, and slowly eating at his 'living
metal' shell.
"Jesus! Get this smegging stuff off me!"
"How? All I have is this shotgun." said Efof "What do you want me to
do? Club it off?"
"Now, is NOT the time for jokes!"
"Ok, uh... Maybe I can insult it off. It looks like most of it is
still alive anyway."
The Queen thought she would try to help in the only way she knew how.
"Alien vomit, I am Queen Brittany, and I am ordering you to cease
your actions on this poor defenceless... psychotic robot."
"Yeah, taa queenie, but I doubt it's listening." said Mk.7 flatly,
rolling his 'eye'. "You guys are gonna have to find some water to
wash off the acid."
Efof and the Queen looked around thoughtfully and Efof pounced on a
small mound of snow, and started breathing heavily on it.
"Think harder, Efof." said Mk.7 in despair.
Efof then thought a little bit more and flipped over so he was
sitting on the mound, and let one rip.
"Oh, you vile, despicable alien. Can't you tell, I'M ROYALTY!"
shouted the Queen in disgust.
"No, wait, i think it's working!" said Mk.7, noticing the rather
large puddle forming underneath the Ffionian. "But mind you, all my
scent receptors are going insane!"
"You think YOU two have it bad, I'm the one with the nose right next
door!" Efof said raising himself at regular intervals to catch his
breath.
"Just as well you ate all the emergency curry rations on board the
Raven."
After some vicious arguing with the Queen trying to get her to carry
fart-water to the scutter, she finally, reluctantly, agreed and Mk.7
was washed off and radioed the local 'living metal'-ist.
"Great, I have an appointment for next week."
"Great, now can you radio that thing," said the Queen gesturing
towards the Raven, "So we can get out of here!"
"Ok, ok, give me a second."
Several minutes later Dean had landed nearby and recovered the trio.
As the Raven took off, Dean remembered something.
"Hey, wait a minute, shouldn't we rescue the rest of those people?"
"Nah, it turned out this group of people were from a planet close
by, the inhabitants of which are completely made up of pimps
and 'social workers'."
Efof and Dan remained silent for a few moments.
"NO, we can't pick any of them up. In any case, the JMC don't pay
you enough."
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