One Stangled Scouser

WHO: WW and the STANGLED :) Pilot...
 
 
Dean just stared at the screen in shock for a moment, when the hamster quickly remarked while thumbing a claw over his shoulder, "Oh - By the way, your pants are back and I think it wishes to have a word with you about your laundry schedule.", Just before Dean's green dusted trousers suddenly reached up from behind Dean and started throttling the pilot.
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"Well," gasped Dean, flinging his now active trousers against the wall, "I guess we're on a course to the S.S. Blippety Blop. What a stupid name for a ship. It gives me an urge to start drinking."
"Drinking?"
"Yeah, you heard. Drinkin'!"
"Drinkin'!? DEAN!" yelled the now green furry hamster, "Why have you become a Scouser?"
"You'd be askin' the wrong person, but I've got this wicked urge for some lager."
"Oh god. Where's that 7/11?" asked WW.
"Probably on SS.BlippetyBlop, can we nick some leopard lager?"
"Deano, we can set FIRE to some leopard lager."
Dean paused.
"I'd rather drink it , and get screamin' drunk."
"Compromise. I'll set fire to it, and drink as much as you can in the meantime."
"Deal." said Dean, after some thought.
"Right, where's that shotgun?" asked WW, his green fur still giving off clouds of the green dust.
"Be quick like, cos, we're landin' in 5 minutes..."
 
Dean "Scouser" Thomas
<OOC: Sorry it's so bad, complete block nd too much work do not a good post make>