The bizarre spectacle of the man in red caught the attention of one of the bar-goers at a nearby table. He was currently alone, though there were clones of him elsewhere... The was Cryptosporidium One-Seven-Six, who was intergalactic mercenary material. For a moment, he snickers at the new guy, then realizes...
Wait a minute... I've seen this guy before...
Not in person, though. He checks a little computer database to identify...the man with the sixty billion double-dollar tab bounty on his head. Interesting... Crypto jetpacks over so as to stand on the seat next to Vash - the only way to get an eye-level view - with a look of curiosity.
"What's the haps, stranger? Ya got this 'died and gone to heaven' look about ya. 'Course, some of the people around here HAVE, so maybe that's the case. Who are you, anyway?"
"Vash opens his eyes and lifts his head away from Bar. "Hey, pal, you go tramping around in a burning desert for AIIIEEEE WHOA WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU, MISTER???"
The Typhoon falls over backwards off the barstool and lands flat on the floor, staring up at the little blue guy. YOu know, the definitely-NOT-human one.
While the red-clad stranger goes about his panicky way, Crypto checks his breath, his armpits, and then shrugs comically. He knows, of course, that he does not offend, but it was funny to put on the act.
"What's the big deal? Have I got warts? A big mole on my forehead? Space Herpes?"
Thank you, makers of The Ice Pirates.
"Oh, I get it... You're on my case because I'm SHORT!"
It was hard to keep a straight face during all this, but somehow...he was managing it.
"Well..." Vash bites his lip for a second as he scrambles back to his feet. "Not really--it's more like--well, I mean--uh--well, you're blue... and yeah, short I guess... and your eyes..."
"You know, I've heard that one before. Kinda like the sound of it." Vash scratches his chin and smirks--right up to the 'monkey-boy' and 'brain stealing' parts.
"Well... I don't think I have. Not... one like you, I mean. I'm pretty sure I'd remember that." He eyes the smaller blue alien suspiciously. "But as far as the brain stealing thing goes--is that the sort of thing you think you're likely to do? And, just in case that is the case... could you wait till I'm done with it first?"
He pulls out a device which glows green and has a peculiar business end. It's the Furon Anal Probe.
"We Furons like to pull out brains with this doohickey so's we can study the DNA. But what's with this waiting? Why wait at all? Act now and I can remove your brain, free of charge, with only a small* amount of pain."
*Offer of less pain void on all planets starting with the letters "E", "S", "Z", and "B" - as well as intergalactic bars.
Wait a minute... I've seen this guy before...
Not in person, though. He checks a little computer database to identify...the man with the sixty billion double-dollar tab bounty on his head. Interesting... Crypto jetpacks over so as to stand on the seat next to Vash - the only way to get an eye-level view - with a look of curiosity.
"What's the haps, stranger? Ya got this 'died and gone to heaven' look about ya. 'Course, some of the people around here HAVE, so maybe that's the case. Who are you, anyway?"
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The Typhoon falls over backwards off the barstool and lands flat on the floor, staring up at the little blue guy. YOu know, the definitely-NOT-human one.
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"What's the big deal? Have I got warts? A big mole on my forehead? Space Herpes?"
Thank you, makers of The Ice Pirates.
"Oh, I get it... You're on my case because I'm SHORT!"
It was hard to keep a straight face during all this, but somehow...he was managing it.
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Blubbering, stammering, idiot alert!
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"Yeah? Well you're all tall and red and have a head that looks like it's been sucked into a jet-engine."
He crossed his arms, feigning offense at Vash's remarks.
"You act like you've never seen an alien before. What a'matter, monkey-boy? Afraid I'm gonna steal your brain?"
He might.
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"Well... I don't think I have. Not... one like you, I mean. I'm pretty sure I'd remember that." He eyes the smaller blue alien suspiciously. "But as far as the brain stealing thing goes--is that the sort of thing you think you're likely to do? And, just in case that is the case... could you wait till I'm done with it first?"
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He pulls out a device which glows green and has a peculiar business end. It's the Furon Anal Probe.
"We Furons like to pull out brains with this doohickey so's we can study the DNA. But what's with this waiting? Why wait at all? Act now and I can remove your brain, free of charge, with only a small* amount of pain."
*Offer of less pain void on all planets starting with the letters "E", "S", "Z", and "B" - as well as intergalactic bars.
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