First Entrance
[ pre-milliways A horrible monster of destruction combats boredom and evil sporting goods]
The door flies open and a blue blur of movement tumbles in from outside. It summersaults to a stop a few feet in to the bar and is revealed to be a small, blue… thing. It definitely resembles an animal although exactly what species is something of a mystery. Maybe it’s a dog. Maybe it’s a koala. Who knows? The creature pushes itself into a sitting position, shakes its head a few times and grins triumphantly at the ball clutched in its paws.
“Ha!” The quarry is subdued. Fuzzy yellow victory is his! And then, Stitch begins to take note of his surroundings. Tables, booths, a multitude of unfamiliar feet. This isn’t the front hall. Judging from the scent of copious amounts of alcohol, this isn’t his house at all. And none of the strangers present even remotely resemble a twitchy green cyclops.
“Gabba?!”
This isn’t right. While he’s accustomed to periodically wandering into strange situations, it had always been voluntarily. How had this place replaced the house? What was going on?!
Alien experiment inna bar. I hope you guys are insured.