Little Timmy

Previously:
After atempting to create the ultimate robot companion, with the best traits from the cream of the human race, our intrepid ensign created a 2 foot tall robot with the  Aggression of Vinnie Jones, the intelegence of George W. Bush, The attitude of Gary Coleman, the accent of A london Cabbie and the fondness for Liverpool of Craig Charles, and it escaped.
Where: Recreation Decks
Who: CanazzaRecreation Deck - 3:15pm
Canazza walked along the rows of shops, restaurants and public conveniences that lined the walls of the central walkway, he was studying a device in his hand.
"Bloody homing device" he said to himself, "Doesn't even pick up the right signal"
He's been walking around trying to find the missing robot for the past 3 hours, with no luck, the homing beacon has had several mis-readings, two from the McDonalds Hamburger machine, and three from flushing loos, i mean, LOOS! since when did loos give out a homing signal. So far, after many hours, he'd whittled down the number of frequencies to about 20, and only 3 blips were showing on his scanner.
One was comming again from McDonalds, one from the air conditioning system, and one from the Parrots Bar.
Canazza headed straight into the McDonalds.
"Not you again! GET LOST!" shouted the manager, and sent three skutters after him.
Legging it, as he hasn't had alot of luck with skutters lately, he made it far enough away for the skutters to stop chasing, half way to the deck's air conditioning bay.Recreation Deck - Main Air conditioning bay - 5:20pm
the deck's air-conditioning bay was surprisingly small, it was more of a broom cupboard which had a panel in the wall with "Main Hatch, no unauthorised access"
Canazza walked outside and called Holly up onto the terminal outside
"alright? How's the hunt going?"
"Fine, i just need to know if there are any scheduled maintenences of the recreation deck air conditioning units"
"Oh, um, that's classified"
"Really? I doubt it."
"Oh yes, it's a matter of ship security"
"Ship security, so the whereabouts of three skutters is classified"
"Correct,"
"I don't believe you,"
"There's nothing you can do that'll make you tell me."
"I'll rewire your circuits so you'll have a larger bald patch"
"2:45pm, today, for 2 hours 35 minutes, they are in section 21 Alpha"
"Thank you Holly,"
"Your welcome", Holly Said,
*Bastard* Holly thought,
*So he wasn't in the vent system, which mean's he's in Parrots Bar* Canazza thought
*John Wayne* thought a skutter that exited the vent bay, carrying a vacuum
*hmmm... vacuum...* canazza though, *NO! much more important things to do than super-charging a skutter's sucker*
Canazza turned and headed in the direction of Parrots.Parrots bar - 6:50pm
The bar was quite quiet for the time of day, however, there were two girls sitting at a table, gigling. They were facing away from Canazza and shielding the person who they were giggling at.
The homing beacon was beeping wildly.
"The randy sod"
Canazza walked over to the table, his robot sat on the table, it had a toupé on and sunglasses. He was also wearing a baby-sized hawiian shirt. The table was filled with pint glasses and cocktail glasses.
"Ey, it's the idiot!" it said, "Get me a pint, whatever these beautiful ladies want"
"You're comming with me, get up"
"No, you're ruining my first night alive!"
"You're comming with me wheather you like it or not"
It stood, though you'd barely know it, "you wanna piece of me?!" it took a boxing stance,
"Excuse me ladies," Canazza said, turning to him, "I assume, due to his terrible personality you are only here to have him buy you drinks and maybe have sex later, well, you may want to know that he has no genetalia..."
the two women looked at each other in disgust and stood up,
"we really have to be going," said one of them, and they walked off
"YOU BLOODY LITTLE BASTARD!"
"who are you calling little?"
"i woulda pulled there!"
"Yeah, but you have nothing under the bonet,"
"That's not the point, it's a matter of pride"
"You're beginning to sound like my brother Timmy,"
"Tim, hey, that's not a bad name." at that point Timmy fell over and groaned.
"Well, c'mon little Timmy, time to go home, you're drunk" Canazza picked up the little droid and carried him off to his quarters.Name: Dave Canazza
Status: Baby-sitting a drunken droid.