Return to Sender

The BD was back under crew control..
Phil was moping though...they made him give back the deathstar...Even MP was being mysterious about something he had found...
 
And he WAS STILL trapped in the body of an 8 year old.
 
This had gone on long enough.
 
It was time to call in some favours...
 
**on the bridge**
 
Alota was discussing with Niples something about a gift for the GELFS who had helped them, when Phil came in.
 
"Whats up Phil...?" Asked Alota
 
"I'm FED UP being like this...I wanna go back to normal.."
 
"What a pscoyatic madman who not only tried to kill my freind and your wife but made a whole in the space time continuium that almost destroyed creation?" Said the captain with a hint of evilness on her face?
 
"Well erm.."
 
"Or the one who thought he was satan?" joined in Nipples..
 
"Look...if i dont get help...then...I'm telling Olga where YOU are, " hesaid pointing to Nipples
 
"And I'm telling Jay you let MP use his toilet after a curry session."
 
There was a stunned pause.
 
"So any ideas on how to get me back to normal?"
 
Holly, of all things, pipped up.
 
"Ere, dude...Theres allways the Legion.."
 
"Holly, I'm not a vetren of the world wars...It's a fine estabishment, but i dont think THEY can help me..."
 
"Naaahh...The legio  station...you not heard of it? They have access to all the top brains in the space corp plus they have repair faciltys that are..well...top notch.."
 
"Why have we not heard of it before?" asked the captain.
 
"Because they only tell the most qualified AI's and genius...And i noticed it on one of you notepads a while ago Phil..."
 
"Bugger...forgot about that..."
 
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