Who: Mk.7, Efof, and...umm... anyone else in the hanger
When: Just after meeting
Where: Hanger

Mk.7 'silly-walked' his way into the hanger, being something he had
managed to perfect in the short period of time he had had legs.
He noticed Efof prepping a Blue Midget.
He strutted over to him in his best silly walk.
"Hey there."
"Oh, hi Mk.6. Wanna team up with me on this one?" said Efof
"Its Mk.7 now, and sure. We seem to have worked together pretty well
in the past."
"Yeah."
"But on one two conditions." said Mk.7, grinning
"Yeah?"
"One, I reroute power from the leg gyros to the eingines..."
"Ok, whats number two?" asked Efof hesitently
"I get to choose the music"
"Mmm, well..."
"Well, what kind of music do you like, coming from the poofy peace-
loving planet you do?"
"Umm, probably grunge metal" Efof said arily
"HA! Boy, do I have a treat in store for you!"

Several minutes later they were in the cockpit of the Blyue Midget,
that they had dubbed the "Flying Circus", since without its gyros,
it ran with a silly walk, even without any assistance from Mk.7.
the secondary reason is somewhat obvious.
Mk.7 automatically went to plug himself into the controls, before
remembering he now had hands.
Well, lets go.

They started down the runway with a bit of a wobble. At last it
reached the end and shot off into space, but before that, it went
through many different forms of walks. First, it did a bit of a Nazi
march. Then it moved on to strut and wave its arm in front of it
like a poof. Next, it skipped, hopped, and even limped, before
settling on a perfect rendition of the basic John Cleese silly walk.

"So?" asked Efof
"So what?"
"So, what music did you have in mind for the trip? You seemed so
adamant that you get to play what you want."
"Oh, yeah!" said Mk.7, having totally forgotten about it.
"Tanks for reminding me"
He then pulled out an old music cassette, and pushed it into the
midgets console.
"This is an old... Ok, VERY old band from Australia. Thier called
Hunters and Collectors"
"Grunge?"
"Grunge"
He pressed the play button and all seemed fine, untill the shrill
wail of what one could only have described as sounding like a fat
woman with terminal haemeroids.
"Oh smeg! I must have gotten Seymours opera tape by accident!"
"TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!" screamed Efof
"I cant, the stop botton is broken!"
"Well, do something!"
Mk.7 lowered his head and placed a single carefully placed shot
right through the tape player.
"Fortunatly, I have the full mp3 archive in my memory banks, so I'll
just hook myself up, and may the headbanging begin."
"Sweet"
"Heh, i wish i could see the look on Seymours face when he plays my
tape!"

Mk.7 wired himself up, turned the volume up full and played "Betty's
Worry Or The Slab 3 58".
It is said that in space, no one can hear you scream, but this, you
would have heard!

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