[Suicide Junkie]

*A frazzled-looking redshirt engineer staggers down the corridor*
*nearly collapsing, he falls against a control panel*

Redshirt: Computer... how much longer till the next shift?
Computer: Five hours, Thirty six minutes, ten point two six seconds
Redshirt: Ok, well uhm... rewr..reroute the ... ah... secondary plasma feed to ... well somewhere.
Computer: Please specify destination.
Redshirt: *Sigh* I don't care... send it anywhere.
Computer: Bu-leep!

*The Redshirt sits down heavily, tugs open a panel, and pulls out various tools*
OW!!! (Drops a hyper spanner on his toe)
Yeargh! (Burns thumb with a plasma torch)
*click click* (inspects the non-functional laser cutter)
*SSSS!* *Thud* (Gets bLasted in the face as soon as he looks down the barrel)

*Meanwhile a random officer's quarters are becoming uncomfortably warm from the rerouted plasma, and the power is still out in half the ship's bathrooms*

[ June 26, 2003, 18:47: Message edited by: Suicide Junkie ]