We're buggered then

Jay reached for the comm. "CHRYSLER TO ALL  SENIOR PILOTS, MY OFFICE NOW!"
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The other pilots soon arrived.
"So, in conclusion." said Dean, summing up, "we're all buggered."
"That's the sum of it. We either appeal, or try to get around Cerebrum, which is impossible usually."
"But so is raising 2000 dollarpounds!" pointed out Kara.
"I can chip in 32 pennycents" said Dean.
"Exactly. We're screwed. None of us is flying anywhere." said Jay.
"Oh well. I'm going to mull it over in the shuttlebay." said Dean, "You've got your fancy shuttle <OOC: Yes, its called teh Phoneix but I'll be damned if I can spell it> I felt it was my turn for one."
"I'll help you." said Jay, "I'm not doing much rotting in here. Besides, your favourite bug I think has got that stack of JMC SpaceCore Directive Manuals in one of the cupboards."
"I thought it was sluggish" said Dean.
"Hmm.. That'd do it." said Kara, "All that extra weight. I'll stick here and thumb through this one."
"If you want, feel free to join us though."
And so saying, Dean and Jay set off fir the shuttlebay...
 
<remember this plot we discussed Andy?>
 
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Dean "We're buggered" Thomas