Where: Space (yoyu know, that big black thing?)
Who: Efof & Mk.7
When: After the battle

Efof and Mk.7 had used up the last of the celebratory booze onboard
the 'Flying Circus', and were on their way to the hangar to continue
celebrations in Parrotts. Meanwhile, the Hymanoptera ship containing
Jay and his two lackeys had left the hanger bay, at which point Efof
and Mk.7 recieved a transmission from Alotta.

"You two. Get after that ship immediatly. Jay is in there and he's
gone mad, you have to stop him!"
"Well," replied Mk.7, "As much as we would like to piss of the man
at the helm of a Hymanoptera ship capable of taking us out in 2
seconds flat, we simply wouldn't have anything to wear to our
funeral."

As if on que, the Hymanoptera ship spun around so the pair could see
Jay quite clearly flipping them off through the window, and although
usually without clothes, the hymanoptera were clearly mooning them,
after which the ship spun around again to proceed.

"Oh, it's on now bitch!" said Mk.7, as Efof just sat at his side
quietly, afraid to incur the clearly deranged droid.

Although slowly falling apart, the 'Flying Circus' could still gain
conciderable speed, although not as much as usual.

"Mk.7, reroute power back from the leg to the engines. We should be
able to catch him then." said Efof
"Yeah, doing it now." he said, at which point sparks started flying
from where Mk.7 had previously been stripping wires and fixing fluid
links.
The ship then came to a dead stop as the Hymanoptera ship continued
onward, leaving Mk.7 to swear very abusively at the
supposedly 'perfect' connections he had made and ended up blowing a
diode in the anger regions of his mind, whilst Efof curled up into a
corner and cried, due to the total absence of alcohol on the ship.