Team Fixer: Ooops cancelled the wrong damn bastard program
Team Doc: ……….
Deamon: Suck your…. I mean eat your brain
Team Fixer: Fucking touch me you die
The doc looks impressed, finally she can stop giving me those strange looks and focus on our foul mouthed friend. She pulls out a handkerchief and drops it by the fixers feet
Team Doc: Cover you self
Team Enf: What’s that thing?
Team Doc: that would be 9 inches of…..Qin you explain to him
Me: You explain it you the bloody doctor
Team Fixer: ITS MY COCK!
Team Enf: Oh what does it do?
So after a long discussion with the confused enf, he starts giggling and starts skipping off to do more damage elsewhere. The fixer boots up his GA nano and we carry on with our misadventure. As we continue on with the mission I begin to miss the fact that I didn’t have a denist appointment, or the fact that I could have spent years shopping for new implants (not breast implants I know what you lot are like) but no here I am with a bunch of morons and I am finding myself becoming more and more stupid as the mission continues.
As we turn round the corner we see two Omni MP’s sitting there playing cards, I figured this was a bit pointless as they have their manifestations floating over there opponents head reading the cards, I mean its not rocket science. I turn to the team.
Hold up guys I got a plan. Remember that old broadcast from earth about that Scoobydoo dog thing, the plans are a bit weird but they work.
They stare at me with a solid look of confusion.
Me: Ok Enf your Scoobydoo, Doc your Velma, Fixer your scrappy doo me I am shaggy
Doc, Velma?

? But she is the ugly little one I want to be Daphne she was the pretty one.
Me: Ah true but tough shit this is my plan.
Enf: Scooby snacks good wready raggy
Ok guys here is the plan………………………………..