I get hit in the face by some Salt.
"This is why I locked the door in the first place. Now, unless you want me to replace your limbs, can you please leave me alone for five fecking minutes?"
I grab the hammer before it hits Knife in the face.
"Zombie, he still has his arms. And both legs. And he's fully conscious. And one of his legs has a shotgun in it."
"Well, you removed one of his legs, and replaced it. Plus, what the fuck else am I supposed to call him. So nit picky sometimes, you know? Take a chill pill." I break Trilby's knee with my hammer.
"Yeah, I replaced it. With a better one. So, call him Knife. Or Cyborg Knife."
I yank the hammer out of Zombie's hands when he tries to swing it again.
"Murder is boring. It accomplishes nothing."
I smack Zombie in the jaw with the hammer, inject RaN with a syringe of morphine and start choking Salt.
"I have a better idea..."
I push Salt into the doll room, then grab RaN and Zombie by the collars and toss them after Salt.
"GET THE HELL OUT!"
I close the maintenance panel and weld it shut, then weld some spare metal over the door hole.
"Artie, can you keep those three out of here?"
I slowly awake after becoming unconcious due to the pain in my leg. Unfortulently, it still hurts like a *****. "God damn it Trilby, why the fuck did you cut off my leg?" I say through clenched teeth.
Meanwhile the ship exits the asteroid field, and Knife turns to Woon. "Ok we're alive, but in future don't try and pilot the ship while I'm already flying her."
Turning back to the control panel, Knife's hands fly over the controls as the sets a new destination.
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[color=pink]"New destination sellected, plotting a course for Bekenstein."[/color]
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