[Well look who's taking some initiative to actually do something with his job. Better than being bored...?]

So when all of you high school brats are done with being hungover, meet me in the training room. Don't even bother if you reek of alcohol.

I still want the food and cigarettes though.

Alright. Apparently I'm a high school teacher this month thanks to this piece of crap and I need the money.

So here's the deal: [A pause, because Spike is smoking again.] Bring me food, bring me cigarettes and we'll call it even. But don't bring me those funny alien smokes, I'm not gonna be putting up with any funny business. Bonus points if it's ( Read more... )

[A bunch of paper shuffling can be heard over the Guide, and a bit of mildly annoyed grunting as Spike tries to get a bunch of newspapers arranged under his arm.]You know, this paper delivery thing isn't half bad. I could almost get used to this. Almost ( Read more... )

[A very visibly annoyed Spike shows up on the screen. His hair is even messier than usual and the collar of his shirt is half up and wrinkled.]

You know what I really hate? [Among a lot of other things?]

Animals.

[Spike scowls to the camera.] All of them. I don't care if it's a dog, or a bird, or in this case, ponies. I hate them. [He's run ( Read more... )

[Spike's out for a spin, keeping close to the S.S. Thor. So far, the Swordfish seemed in top shape, business as usual. He'd propped the Guide up next to him at an odd angle of sorts before he took off. When he makes a hard turn to test the maneuverability, the Guide slips and the camera turns on ( Read more... )

[On the camera is a guy, not too bad looking, with the craziest mop of hair, wearing a sharp suit and a scowl on his face. His towel is around his neck and he keeps looking around like he's completely gone insane or paranoid, or maybe even both.]People keep telling me this is a ship? Uh, you sure about that? Looks more like a space station if you ( Read more... )

[Spike is sitting at the counter of your local, tiny noodle shop, enjoying a delicious bowl of meat. With noodles.]

This is good stuff old man. [he proceeds to shovel more of it down his throat, but not before casually swiping the wallet of the guy sitting next to him.] And here I thought I'd never get to enjoy the taste of a decent meal again.

[He turns on his guide, giving it a somewhat skeptical look] This thing actually connects with everyone on this ship? Jeez, sounds like an invasion of privacy or something.

[he shrugs] Oh well. While I have your attention though, anyone know a cheap place to grab a bite to eat? I'm starving.