Ch2 - A Big Green Thing
"Uhhh guys..." stammered a nervous man, "there's a green thing coming towards us." Another two figures entered the room, one was a short untidy man and the other was cradling a half polished gun that he'd been playing with moments earlier. The were the notorious Australian comedy trio the Doug Anthony AllStars, sentenced to spend eternity cataloging the worlds great art treasures at the bottom of the ocean. Previously in a final bid to remove history Shitzu-Tonka, the giant conglomerate that ruled the world, blew up the submarine with the AllStars on it. However, in their attempt to rid the world of both history and the AllStars they used too much explosive power and inadvertently launched the submarine into space. Now the submarine was drifting aimlessly throughspace, trying unsuccessfully to get back to Earth.
"Guys," Rich called again. Paul sighed.
"What is it Rich?" he asked.
"There's a giant green bug thing headed towards us...WE'RE GONNA CRASH!" Just as Rich finished his sentence, a large jolt was felt through the submarine, knocking everyone off their feet. After a few minutes on the ground, Paul stood up and walked over to Rich who was already off the floor. "I guess we should see how bad the damage is." Rich said reasonably."
"Where did they hit?" Paul asked gruffly
"Sector 7 level 13" Rich said looking at the monitor.
"Right come on then Fiddler" Paul said deliberately mispronouncing Rich's last name.
"B-b-but sector 7 level 13 is h-hau-haunt-" Rich said fainting. Paul shrugged and grabbed one of Rich's legs to drag him down to sector 7 level 13 with him. "Give us a hand will ya tweezer-dick" Paul asked Tim. Tim obliged and took Rich's spare leg and together they went to see the newcomers...and hopefully get rid of them before they got too settled...or worse if Bob or Flacco decided to turn up.