duct soup

who: Zac Ty Canazza Timmy
Where: Cargo Hold
When: its dark n cold in here, who cares??
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*Blam, BLAM BLAM dakkadakkadakka* weapopn fire ripped across the hold "hehe
Ty I think i really got one this time!" zac ambled across bumping into the
stacks of irradiated potatoes "Bollux, ish another potato again!"
There was a thump from an airvent above them and Ty spun shouting "flanking
assault! Head them of at the pass!" poured half a belt into the vents
bringing it crashing down onto the floor, two very disgruntled, shaken
figures cralled out.....
"Uh, what the smeg are you guys doing in there?"
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"I thought you guys were meant to be over the cargo decks..." Zac's mind was
realing, he felt quite extrodinary, his stomach felt like there was a
skipping pig inside it, and he was about to be really ill....
"We werent....Timmy, why arent we over the promenade..."
"Uh, dunno"
<Tag ty good luck m8>
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