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Ok they where stuck down a shoot, ok they where short one person, ok
that hema watzits was no where to be seen, so far so good.
"Right" alota began putting on her serious head,
"We've got to locate some alcohol of any kind" she suddenly had an
idea but it was a bit of an outta reality one, tying up the blokes
on a leash and sending them out like blood hounds in search of them,
it in theory could work, but it would be a bit demeaning to the
blokes...on second thoughts...
Getting up she brushed herself off,
"where are we going to find alchol?" Tara asked wondering,
"Well we need something that fermentates to make the whole yeastie
alcohol thing" alota suggested,
"I know we could try the toilets! They haven't been cleaned for
years they've probably fermintated up the ying yang" someone random
shouted in the background, Alota glared. Dean looked around,
"If only Jay where here, he could sniff out a pint from five miles
away" he commented, Alota nodded, only to realise what she was
nodding to, deep down underneath that pshycotic demeneure of alota
was a lunatic trying to get out.
"Erm any other useful suggestions, and pretty quick cause those hema
jigs are coming to get us, quite litteraly" Alota said pointing to
the tube they just came down as several pointy legs sort of emerged
half squished,
"In the words of someone wise let's make like a tree and leaf" Dean
said running down the corriedor leaving a dean shaped cloud in it's
presence, the others pretty much followed.
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