*He opened his eyes again and rolled over to look at Ellen. He sighed dramatically.* "<em>So you've now moved to drugging me huh? All you have to do is tell me you want to have your way with me.</em>" *He rolled back over with a big smile plastered on his face before continuing.* "<em>The food storage is about two rooms down from this one. With clothing in between, hint hint, and the survival storage beyond that.</em>" *When he said the "hint hint" part, he pointed to his current attire, being boxers. Bloody boxers at that. How's a man supposed to feel comfortable in front of two ladies, while in boxers? People these days. He managed not to laugh at his own humor. But barely.*<br/><br/>Captain Fenris<br/><br/>*This shaft was hellishly long and crawling on hands and knees through these bastards was not fun. What made it even better was the fact that the arc welder was being so cumbersome and fuck's sake knew when a collapsed portion may have him turning around. Must've been an hour before he encountered just that. Although it was a small blockage.* "<em>Well time to bring out the door maker.</em>" *He angled the welder just right and turned it up to full power. This being the only time he would need it probably. Flipping down his shades he pulled the trigger. Sparks flew and the temperature jumped. This was gonna be a bit of hell.*