Sticking to what's important

It was a few hours before Jay regained conciousness. Having diffuculty seeing he fumbled around and eventually found the paracetamol, grabbing a handful he swallowed them and fell backwards ino his chair. He flicked the comm on his desk, Dean, Kara and Phil, can you coem to my office... I need your help with soemthing"
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Dean, who was on his 5th round of toasties and oiling down some spare engine parts in the shuttlebay, shrugged, got up and left.
Dean came back, picked up the toastie machine and left.
Dean flew back in and whacked his head off the bulkhead.
Dean unplugged the toastie machine and left for Jay's Office.
 
Dean sat in Jay's office, having swung by the "Kwik-Spew" Supermarket to pick up a few things.
They discussed design plans for the ship, (and the possible names too) whilst waiting for some more toasties.
"Why toasties all of a sudden?""Hmm?""Well, for teh last couple of posts all we've been doing is eating toasties."
"This is admittedly true, but a toastie machine is far more portable then a bar."
"Well, a hip flask..." started Jay..
"Jay. That's so stupid I should have said that. You know how much alcohol us two get through. Unless the hip flask was the size of the BD it wouldn't even get us tipsy. A small flaw in your plan I feel."
"Oh alright." said Jay, conceding defeat. "Just get the smegging toasties done!"
Just then Kara came in.
"You seen Phil?" asked Jay.
"Let's tick to whats important!" said Dean. "Would you like a toastie?"
 
Dean "Toastie" Thomas
<OOC: All this talk of toasites, I'm off to have one now..>