He was just about to thank Jimmy for his multi-purpose knife thingo, when he was rudely interrupted by a seemingly drunk captain in the corner of the bar, shouting something about a drunk microchip. Well, thats what Malrone heard, anyhow. He glares at the loud captain and then turns back to Galen and Jimmy.
Bloody noisy one he is. Oh, and thanks for the uhhh...knife thingo, lets see if I can get her...
Jack pry's the knife into the bottle head, flicking out small pieces of the cork, all the while aiming it towards Anderson's head unknowingly...
Ah hell, sorry sir.
He swiftly moves the aim towards what looked like an empty part of the bar. With a strained look sweeping across his face, he looks away and fires the cork at quite a speed across the room.
Owww!
For a split second, Malrone felt a small victory opening that bottle - He grinned as if he'd just single-handedly destroyed a Rogue fleet heading for a small n' fluffy dog market. He was turning to Anderson just as he heard the small howl given out from where he'd fired the cork. The was look of utter disbelief and slight worry now on his face, with the bubbles from the Gallic wine dripping down his fingers.
Heh. Uhh, sorry about that...
A face emerged from the shadows, alas it was Ensign Will in the corner seat, wielding the deadly cork. Malrone was never good at Cluedo, but the game quickly crossed his mind at this moment.
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