Problem? Solution!

"So," said Ransom, striding from out of his cover and under a hail of energy bolts as the spider-like gatteling gun began to wildly scrabble along the walls and floors, it's mind, or it's substitute for one, lost as it's controller had been destroyed. Today, of all days, he had seen a shark-man, a giant hamster, the last vestiges of human society clinging on for dear life, and a hostile holiday resort that had been engineered to kill them all by a maniacal hologram of an old crew member. It seemed strange to really be afraid of anything right now. "The ship is too small, eh?"

"Yeah," said Jay as he scratched his head, looking at his ship, the too small dimensions dwarfed by the large amount of supplies it was required to carry. "My bad."

"Don't worry," said Dr. South, joining Ransom, "I'm sure I'll think of something."

Ransom snorted with amusement.

"What?" asked South as an energy bolt struck the wall behind them, Jay and the others flinching for cover while Ransom and South remained standing.

"I thought we wanted to get the job done?"

"Which is why I am perfect for the job!"

"A botanist?"

"I am not a BOTANIST! I'm a BI-OL-O-GIST!"

"Same difference," Ransom said, dismissing the correction.

"Oh, like you're able to do it!"

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"AS for as I can gather you crashed here in that miserable ship of yours!"

"You're one to talk!"

Cass dragged the two of them down to the floor as the turret of the spider-like device turned its focus on them. "Could you please do this another time?"

The two scientist grumbled but they remained quiet.

"So do either of you have a plan?"

"Well, we could simply shrink the cargo," Dr. South suggested.

"I suppose that would work ," Ransom mumbled.

"Say it again?" smiled South.

"I said I suppose that would work!" said Ransom louder, shouting away his annoyance that he hadn't come up with the plan. "But you will need my help."

"All I need is a few bits and pieces," Dr. South said, waving away Ransom.

"And I'd assume you'll need someone to do the calculations, unless of course you understand Bluevian's 3rd Dynamic."

"Fine! But I get to name the device!"

<TAG - South>

<I hope that plan is adequate