Finnegan!

Kirk rubbed his eyes and yawned. It had been one long day. He glanced over at Spock who was still studying without showing so much as a tiny sign of fatigue. He sighed. It always made him feel inferior, going to bed earlier than Spock like this. He shrugged off this feeling. After all, Spock was a Vulcan. Kirk donned his pyjamas and leapt into bed…

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Kirk had just plunged into a trough of steaming hot vegetable soup. And he knew precisely who was responsible for it.

"FINNEGAN!" he yelled with all his might.

Spock raised an eyebrow.

Right…this time Finnegan was going to pay.

"THIS MEANS WAR!" Kirk screamed.

Spock shifted his arm.

Kirk sprinted across the room and wrenched open the door- an icy cold bucket of water plunged over his head and a gigantic ice cube hit him squarely in the eye. Clutching at his face, Kirk yelled again.

"FINNEGAN!"

Spock coughed.

Thundering down the corridor Kirk was flung mysteriously into the air, accompanied by a large twanging sound. He landed face-first, skidding across the carpet. Kirk staggered to his feet.

"FINNEGAN!"

Spock slowly shut the door.

Kirk turned away and plunged straight into a pool of honey. Fighting his way to the surface, he choked between mouthfuls of the sickly sweet substance.

"Finnegan!"

Kirk wrenched himself out of the pool with a popping sound. He staggered forwards, attempting to wipe the honey from his eyes when- FLUMPF!- Sacks of flower exploded above him, covering him from head to foot. Gagging on the bitter powder he just managed to splutter

"Finnegan!"

Turning into the staircase, he struggled up the stairs but…on the top step his feet flew from beneath him and he plummeted down the steps. Crashing into a heap at the bottom of the flight, he was winded so badly, he could just about choke-

"Finnegan!"

making his way back up and carefully avoiding the greasy step he turned the corner…

"YOUUCHHHHH!"

The floor was scattered with Lego pieces. Kirk pirouetted across the corridor and screamed- a high pitched, girly scream-

"FINNEGAN!"

Kirk tore open Finnegan's door, only to be punched in the face by a boxing glove. Kirk was sure that it had a brick inside, but he was too preoccupied by choking out

"Finnegan!"

He heard an evil laugh from within and staggered straight into a wooden blockage. Ducking under it, he wheezed

"Finnegan!"

He was then confronted - rather painfully- with another blockage. Scrambling over it, he heaved himself over the top, rolling down the other side…into a vat of Jam.

"Finnegan!" he spluttered.

"Roly-poly, my favourite!" he heard a maniacal voice cry from just a few meters in front of him.

Then Kirk was confronted with the biggest obstacle yet. Finnegan. Sprinting towards him, Kirk slipped across the floor.

"Finn-e-gan!" he said, as though with a dying breath.

"An ingenious plan!" Finnegan chuckled, looking gleefully at the marbles by his feet. Kirk dragged himself to his feet and drew back an arm, ready to punch Finnegan. He promptly fainted.

Finnegan tried to remove Kirk's sticky hand from his boot, and promptly failed. Pulling as hard as he could, he just managed to wrench it out of Kirk's sugary grasp.

Finnegan then went off to wash his boot.