You\'ve Got Mail... (Part 5)

Who: Zodar
Where: Zodar's Room 
 
A pleasant artificial morning presented itself and the light from a passing star lit up Zodar’s room brilliantly.
Zodar moaned, rolled over and put his pillow over his head to block the starlight…
 
It was about 5:59 according to Chris’ alarm clock (The un-tampered with one, a.k.a. the one without subwoofers) and Chris wearily looked up as the seconds counted down to the hour…
 
* ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz… *
 
“Awww.. Shut up you stupid, stupid alarm clock.”
 
* …Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz *
 
“Argh! SHUT UP!”
 
* ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ *
 
In one motion, Chris leapt from the bed, grabbed the alarm clock, ripped it out of the wall and sent it flying across the room…
…Almost hitting someone entering the room.
 
“Whoa, you don’t hate me that much do you?”
Chris rubbed his eyes, “Eve, why do you always turn up when my alarm goes off?”
“Habit I guess.” The person chuckled.
“That is you, isn’t it Eve?”
Zodar rubbed his eyes again and his vision became clearer as the sleepy haze lifted.
 
“JAY?! What the hell are you doing here? Never impersonate Eve again!”
“I was bored… She has me sleeping in a hallway you know.”
“Who? Eve? Huh?”
“Alota.”
“Oh, well, it’s not like you haven’t earned that privilege…”
“Yeah, I know. Don’t remind me.”
“So what did you want to do?”
“I was thinking that you might have been able to tell me…”
“Hmm… Ok, um, well you could help me fix the ship… you do know how to weld, don’t you?”
“Are you kidding? I could be an engineer if I wasn’t so damn good as a pilot…
“Great, I’ll get you fixing the main deck plating.”
A head peered into the room.
“Hello? Anyone home?”
Zodar looked confused “Jay? Again? Could you explain for me Jay? One of you?”
“Um… Yeah, he’s one of the clones.”
“I can see where this is going… Look if there is any more of you guys around, I need all the help I can get. I need to finish the repairs by tomorrow…” Chris looked down at what he was wearing. JMC standard issue PJ’s. “Right now, I think it would be best if I change into something a little better suited to grease and grime, while you guys and all your twin buddies meet me at the docking bay.” He said, ushering the two Jay’s out of his room.
 
 < Docking Bay > 
 
Zodar entered the docking bay and was greeted by no less than 5000 Jay Chryslers all in neat formation.
“Smeeeegg… it’s like Episode 2 all over again.”
Each Jay had found the appropriate engineering gear to use, consisting of the basics; overalls, goggles and a huge spanner slung over one shoulder. One Jay broke from his line and approached Zodar. Zodar’s jaw had dropped in amazement.
“The Jay engineering team is ready for work, Zodar. I know it’s pretty amazing seeing 5000 of me.”
“Well, no, actually I had no idea we had that many spanners on board…”
“Oh… right… Yeah they were lying around… You know how it is… Are you ready to give orders now?”
“Well, I guess if I had to give some orders I’d say, find something broken, and fix the smegger!”
The Jay engineering army erupted in applause and scattered to all corners of the Docking Bay.