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From: phubb@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard)
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Subject: Deep Snooze 9.5. Episode 2
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D E E P S N O O Z E N I N E ( a n d a h a l f )
EPISODE 2
Starring......
Ben Stinko;
A man with no conscience who does lousy Chris Eubank impressions
and suffers from bad B.O since his wife died (he has nobody to
do the washing).
Dr Goolian Smasher;
The doctor on board 9.5 (and that's just his IQ).
Major Beerer;
A Bodge-orian. Has the knack like all her race of cocking up
simple tasks (like DIY). Loves to chill out on the promenade
with a pint of 'Old peculiar'
Jazdia Vax;
A Grill. In her past life her sybioant was a Vax cleaner.
Giles O'Broil;
Chief fix it and bodger upper on 9.5. You name it, he'll
rewire it Irish style.
Odd-o;
Constable on 9.5. Villains slip through his fingers,
literally.
Also starring.........
Captain Timothy Pilchard, aka Lo-Trek of Bored. The
commanding officer of the USS Easy-Pies, still suffering from
his encounter with the Bored. His electric razor still hates
his guts.
Commander Wilfried 'Gay' Biker. When he enters the bridge all
the female staff sing 'Leader of the pack' with Wilfred's rear
doing the motorcycle noises.
Commander Diana Trout. Half Bertiezoid, hates it when her
mother, Truckslada, comes onboard.
Atad. A haemarrhoid. With a I.Q of 2000 he must be desperate
to be on this show.
Ambassador 'Spokkk'. A vulgar, hates it when others refer to
him as 'wingnut'.
Gul-Lable;
A Car-mangleian. Thick as two short planks and twice as
nasty.
Gul-Delocks. Another Car-mangleian. Thinks he's a re-
incarnation of General Custer.
Zark;
The Fungi proprietor of Zarks emporium. You name it, he's
pinched it at some point in the past. His holosuites
encourage all sorts of depravity, including the fishnet's
and the Satsuma trick.
The story so far. Errmm, do we have a story so far?
Part 1.
Major Beerer has been having a hard time. Slumped at her
console, she is nursing the biggest hangover of her career.
It was'nt her fault either, she had bumped into some crazy
'Wussian' on the promenade deck who insisted on getting her to
try some old 'mother Russia'. Twenty four hours later the
Wodka, sorry, Vodka was just wearing off.
The lift arrives and out steps commander Stinko, followed
seconds later by a second lift loaded with flies which
promptly zoom over to him and assume orbit 30cm above his
head. Unfortunatly, Dr Smasher has shared the lift with the
flies and is suffering from the after affects of being 'nat
bitten'.
"For godsake Ben" exclaims Smasher, "When are you going to get
rid of those damm flies? Look at me, I'm covered in bites all
over".
"Not to worry old chap" replied Stinko, his monocle in his
eye, "Starfleet Rentokill will be over lately to sort out the
problem".
"About bloody time, they're a health hazard".
At that moment, Giles O'Broil looks up from his desk.
"Excuse me sir." he start's, in a thick Irish accent. "I have
Captain Pilchard of the Easy-Pies waiting for you".
"On screen".
"Righto Sir" he replies, whistling the tune to Cockles as
Muscles.
The viewer clears from it's starfield image to reveal the
interior of the Easy-Pies. A rather sullen bald headed man
sit's in the centre seat. Suddenly he jumps to his feet.
"SURRENDER OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO FIRE....hang on that's not
right......errmmm...I AM LO-TREK OF BORED. RESISTANCE IS
FUTILE....nope...not that either......ahhh...I'm Captain
Timothy Pilchard of the USS Easy-Pies", finally getting it
right.
"Captain Pilchard, still having the identity crisis I see?"
"Yes, actually we were just passing..".
"You too eh? Getting busy around here lately...."
"and we are in urgent need of some R&R. Can you help?".
"Of course Captain we are only too please to welcome you".
At that moment, the Turbolift doors on the Easy-Pies opens and
Commander Wilfred 'Gay' Biker emerges. Diana Trout jumps into
song with all the female bridge crew as backing vocals.
(to the tune of 'Leader of the pack')
[Trout] He was so small when he entered school.
[Chorus] SCHOOL SCHOOL
[Trout] Now he's a Commander in lycra smalls.
[Chorus] NOW HE'S A COMMANDER IN THOSE LYCRA SMALLS.
[Trout] I met him a Ten-Forward bar.
I tried it on with him but didn't get far.
That's why they call him "The Leader Of The Pack"
At which point Biker bent over, dropped his lycra trousers and
let off two loud motorcycle sounding farts
[VAAROOOOOOM VAAROOOOOOM]
accompanied by a large cloud of crevice dust and bit of leftover
toilet paper shooting into the air at warp velocities.
The Easy-Pies environmental control was promptly over taxed by
this sudden gas emission and reported to the main computer
that there was a hull breach. The computer checked all
possible faults, decided that Will Bikers rectum was open to
vacuum and decided to take two aspirins, lay down and call a
doctor. Several buttons in contact with the gas cloud softened
and melted at the edges and the view screen glazed over.
"Do you have to keep doing that?" said Pilchard, his fingers
clenched over his nose whilst waving a PADD around to disperse
the after effects.
"Sorry sweetie" replied Biker.
"Anyhow, where were we..oh yes. Commander Stinko, we will be
down shortly".
"Looking forward to seeing you old chap. Screen off"
The lift to ops arrived and out stepped Vax. At least many
thought it was Vax. She was wearing a pair of super shiny
black leather calf high boots fitted with spiked stiletto's,
spiked wrist gauntlets and choker, a chain mail bra with open
ends and a leather brief with more straps than she knew what
to do with. A vicious looking spike ended whip was held in
her left hand. She slowly left the lift, tapping the whip
base in her right hand, the stiletto's clicking on the floor.
"What the hells going on?" exclaimed Stinko.
"Ensign McDay is transferring to Starbase 12 and we were
supposed to be having a whip round".
"Not that sort of whip round!!!!!" they all cried.
"Oh!"
Never one to give up a good moment, Smasher walks over to Vax
and tries it on.
"Uhh Vax, let's not waste your efforts. How about we go back
to your quarters and we can try out my new PVC bondage set?".
"Why not" replies Vax, evil thoughts afoot in her mind.
"See you all later" calls Smasher.
"THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK" they all reply in unison.
End of part 1.
------------------------------------------------------------
Part 2.
Down on the promenade deck, Zark was having a interesting time
trying to flog various bits of junk to Gul Lable.
"You see this?" said Zark, holding up a battered old pot, "This
is THE original genie's lamp from those old Earth Aladdin
movies".
"It is, geeeee, how much?" replies Gul Lable, next to him, Gul
Delocks tries to look interested.
"Only two bars of Gold pressed Spam".
"Only two, Ill take it, and the matching brass polishing kit as
well......done!!!"
"You certainly have been" whispers Zark under his breath.
At that moment, a side door opens and out steps Chakotay from
Voyager, looking disorientated. Gul Delocks spots him.
"INDIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he cries, pulling out his shooter, diving
behind a left over stage coach from before the set was built.
"Excuse me," calls Chakotay, "I appear to be lost! Is this the
Voyager set?"
"Naaaaa, two doors down, turn left at the actors restaurant!"
"Cheers" he replies, turns rapidly and knocks over Zark with a
seventh US Cavalry flag standard jutting from his back.
Gul Lable turns to Gul Delocks hiding place. "Will you come out
of there, your embarrassing me".
"Sorry".
Gul Delocks emerges from his hiding place and crashes into a well
dressed man wearing a Tuxedo, the outline of a 'heater' was
visible in his inside pocket.
"Who are you!"
"The names Bond, James Bond.....but you can call me Jamie!. Tell
me, have you seen a bald headed man with a pussy, answering to
the name of Ernie Stavro Blowjobb?"
"Can't say I have".
"Darn it, 'Q' said I might find him here".
"Try that way" replies Gul Delocks.
"Cheers, see you guys later".
Suddenly, a lamp standard melts and takes the form of Odd-o.
"Selling bent stuff again Zark?"
"Only to the Carmanglians!!!!"
"Oh, all right, no problem. Ill be on my way".
"You can never get a copper when you need one" exclaims Zark.
End of part 2
_________________________________________
Part 3
Stinko was passing Vax's quarters when he caught the tail end of
a muffled yell. Pausing, he pressed the door bell button.
"Come on in" replied Vax.
Stinko walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. Dr Smasher was,
for want of a better word, tied up for the moment, spreadeagled
over a large coffee table with various appendages roped to the
table legs and a large piece of engineering tape stuck over his
mouth for good measure.
As for Vax, she had changed into a one piece skin tight rubber
suit, the only bits of her visible were her eyes and mouth. The
reason Goolian was looking so pale must have had something to do
with a large hose running from the water basin unit to one of his
orifices and Vax standing on him with a rather nasty cudgel,
encrusted with sharp nobbily bits all over it. Puddles of water
covered the floor in large sheets.
"I'm sorry I interrupted, I'll come back later".
"It's O.K Ben, we were just taking a break, wern't we Goolian?".
"MmmmmMMMMMffffFFFFllLlllllllllllLLLLMMMFFFFRRRRRTTTTTHHHHHHH"
"Vax. What are you doing?".
"Oh, we were both doing a bit of water skiing, you know, Monaco
sea front, that sort of thing. Goolian's quite good at it, arn't
you Gool?".
"MMMmmfmfffffffffllllLLLLLLLLGGGHHHHHHHHHHmmmmMMMMMmmmmmmm"
"I was just going to say, drink's on the promenade deck, seven
o'clock all right for you?".
"Sounds fine to me, another hour and we'll be just about done
here".
"See you later then..." and he walked out of the room to the
sound of rushing water and Goolian's flailing body.
*
Sicko finally reached the transporter area just as the Easy-Pies
crew were beaming over. The beams slowly grouped to reveal
Captain Pilchard, Commander Biker, Commander Trout, Atad and
Ambassador Spokk.
"Captain Pilchard..." started Stinko, "A pleasure to see you as
always".
"Likewise, I'm sure you know my crew and the ambassador here...".
"Ambassador Wingnut, greeting to your good self".
"It's Spokk actually".
"Whatever.... Tell me, what brings your good personage to this
humble little abode?".
"A small mission of galactic importance..." replied Spokk, trying
desperately not to be out-cooled.
"Good good, my senior staff are not available at the moment to
greet you but will be joining us for cocktails at Zark's bar
later".
Suddenly, the bulkhead at the end of the corridor blew in, lumps
of twisted metal sliced and diced a poor ensign whose only crimes
to this tortured script were:-
a) He was wearing a red top, definite cannon fodder material
here.
b) It's about time somebody died in this story.
c) What the hell, I hated his guts. He's been seeing the
producers wife and I said that Id do him a favour ,Constable
Odo.
d) Does anybody really care if he die's or not? No, thought so.
The smoke slowly cleared and in stepped a man wearing a Tuxedo.
"Ernie Stavro Blowjobb, so we meet again!".
"Ehhhh" they all exclaim.
"Don't act coy with me Blowjobb..." clearly pointing at Pilchard.
"I've been tracking you and your pussy" pointing at Trout "for
the last seven years".
"I'm afraid you have got the wrong man" replied Pilchard.
"No, no mistakes. Your little plan to allow your borgite's to
invade the known universe failed because I wired their
replicators to produce the wrong grade of oil".
Mr Bond is clearly two Destroyers short of a task force!
Spokk stepped forward from the shadows, thanked Hank Marvin and the band
who were currently playing the theme tune to FBI.
"Mr Bond, I think you had better sit down and take a breather,
you are a few...cogs short'?".
"Wingnut" cried Bond.
"Who tipped him off?" bemoaned Spokk.
"The end is now in sight, Blowjobb, my jacket is wired with
antimatter. One false move and I'll blow this station to kingdom
come".
They all froze.
The ceiling had other ideas however. Bond's forced entry had
weakened the structure and water from burst pipes was beginning
to cascade around him.
"That would be unwise." Atad called over, "The water may short
out your detonator circuit and kill you only".
"You sound like a Vulcan?" said Spokk.
"No, I'm a haemarrhoid" replied Atad.
"Hmmm, just as bad".
"Belt up....." shouted Bond. "I've had it with the lot of you.
Say goodbye to the universe Blowjobb".
Just at that moment, the ceiling, weakened by the explosion and
the cascading water, fell cleanly on top of Bond, squashing him
to a instant pulp.
Little was visible for a few seconds because of the released
dust. Slowly, it cleared to reveal Vax, wearing a Arabian belly
dancers outfit and Goolian, trussed up like a Turkey kneeling in
a shallow pan of fat with a slow light under it. A orange was
wedged in his mouth, a pineapple was shoved up his rear (whole)
and a spray of broccoli was strategicly covering his best bits.
They were both standing on what was Vax's bedroom floor.
"VAX!" exclaimed Sicko, "Am I glad to see you!!!".
"Hello Ben, we were just finishing up for the night." she said
whilst grabbing the pineapple and speedily pulling it out from
Goolian's buttocks with a sickening slurp followed by a pop.
"We thought we'd just drop in on the party. Goolian has offered
tomorrow night to show me a few tricks with a bungee cord, two
radishes and a vat of margarine".
Biker was meanwhile sorting out a advanced date with Smasher.
"Sounds ok, will see you in the bar later".
"Thank god that's all over." started Pilchard, "I guess we had
better be getting up to the bar".
The comm channel blooped.
"Hello there Sir...." called O'Broil, his loopy maintenance
chief. "Top of the mornin to yer".
"But it's early evening chief" replied Sicko.
"Who's counting anyhow. I going to call one of those red alert
thingy's and I was giving you a sort of advance warning".
"Why the red alert chief?".
"The plughole has spat out some of those Gem Haddock geezers from
the OS2 quadrant.
"Fair enough, call the red alert and go to condition PANIC".
Flashing red light's flood the deck and they all race around
screaming "WHE'RE ALL GONNA DIE....WHE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!!"
*
So there you have it for another episode. Will the following
questions be answered in the next thrilling (yawn) episode.
Will Lo-Trek of Bored make a come back, and will he paint those
funny surrealist pictures of kitchen appliances?
Will Vedek Whine get one over Vedik Barracks?
Will Vax survive skinny dipping into a marge vat, bungee style?
Will Diana Trout shrug off her new nickname of 'Pussy Galore'?
Will Major Beerer survive drinking pure antimatter and will it
cure her DT's?
Will Atad discover that his father may have been a calculator and
his mother a Commodore PET?
Does anybody care?
The end......for now.
____ ____
/ / / / / / / _\|/_ Paul Hubbard.
/___/ /___/ / / / [O-O] phubb@shbbs.demon.co.uk
/ / / / / / __ooO(_)Ooo__
/ / / /___/ /___ |_____|_____|
... How comes 'Q' always manages to properly open milk cartons?
~~~ Blue Wave/RA v2.12 [NR]