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Sorry folk's, yer lucks run out.....
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Clad in his old OBS TIE-pilots flight suit, the crotchety old flight tech aproaches the hangar bay door.

"Tongue eh? .... this is what happens when the station runs outta toilet paper and all you have left are tech manuals and the S.O.P. ....."

*Looking from side to side*  "I'm glad I'm wearing this big honkin helmet so no one can see me doing this.." *sticks out his tongue and delivers a swift kick to the door resounding a dull thud*

"figgers... well, I guess there's nuthin left to do but to go start chasing wires around."

As D'orjahl turns and heads back across the bay the hangar door sudenly flies open the vacume of space sucking all the air from the hangar and into the void taking the flight tech with it.

"WHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee................ uh....Az.... it's fixed."

The general alarm sounds alerting the station.

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Sorry folk's, yer lucks run out..... - by Dorjahl - 04-30-2008, 01:43 AM
Re: Sorry folk's, yer lucks run out..... - by Dorjahl - 05-05-2008, 01:31 AM

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