How the heck did all that stuff get in there?
<snip>
Canazza thought for a moment then a smile came on his face. "How
about Les Royal Niples?"
"EXCELLENT!!! You got my name in there too, very very good boy!"
Seymours ego was building through the roof.
"Boy? I'm twenty five!"
"Quiet boy! I'm thinkingâ¦. `Les Royal Niples'... it has a kind of
ring to it"
Canazza sniggered.
Seymour got down from the table after knocking over a wine glass,
but he didnt mind- his head was full of new oppertunities. He walked
off rather briskly to set up his new restaurant.
</snip>
Who: Canazza
Where: Les Royal Niples
When: after the snip
Canazza turned to follow Niples in. Niples stopped and turned around
"Excuse me," The Ambassador gestured to Canazza's Blue Engineers Boiler suit, "No shirts, no shoes, no service" and he turned him away
"Pfft." Canazza spat, "The food probably stinks anyway"
He walked back out into the promenade where he promptly fell into a just-that-moment opened wormhole.
He landed in engineering, infront of the malfunctioning wormhole drive.
"Might as well try and figure out what's wrong with this thing then" Canazza said, dusting himself off.
several hours later he was standing infront of the massive drive with a soiled rag and a screwdriver, and standing next to a pile of crap he'd pulled out of the drive that consisted of:
2 cheese and pickle sandwiches
21 miscalaneous skutter parts
An Ironing board
A horribly disfigured stuffed teddy bear
and what appeared to be a shopping trolley
"There," he said, "I hope that's the last of it"
just then a wormhole opened above him and Timmy landed on Canazza's back, knocking him to the floor.
"Ouch!" he moaned, then realised he hadn't fixed it,
Timmy looked at the array of crap Canazza had pulled out of the drive
"What's this" he said, "A cheaper version of the Generation game?"
"I just can't seem to get this bloody thing fixed"
"It's not so bad, i've been in places I shouldn't have been and gotten away with it" he beamed
"Like what?" Canazza precariously asked
"Well, like when I dropped in on the ladies changing rooms"
"lucky bastard," Canazza cursed Timmy under his breath, "atleast you had an excuse" He started prodding around inside the drive again.
"Well, for dropping in maybe"
Canazza wisely decided to stop the conversation there, he didn't really want to know what his creation did next.
"Let's just say I've got 10 restraining orders to look forwards to" Timmy sighed, "Although I did learn something"
"What?" Canazza pulled out a sock and threw it on the pile
"For instance, before this I had no Idea women could be so uptight about a robot seeing them naked." Timmy said
"I dread to think what you did"
"I was only being curious"
"I thought i programmed you with everything I know about female anatomy"
"Apparently you don't know squat about female anatomy"
Canazza turned the drive back on again. there was the distinct sound of 2 cheese and pickle sandwiches, 21 miscellaneous skutter parts, An Ironing board, A horribly disfigured stuffed teddy bear, a sock and what appeared to be a shopping trolley falling through a wormhole that just appeared in the floor behind him.
"Smeg, I'd hate to be the guy that landed on"
He chucked Timmy through the wormhole too and followed
<tag anyone who wants to get covered>Name: Dave Canazza