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for count_fenring, who also kind of bent the prompt, but I am nothing if not magnanimous... ;)
"…the next thing I knew," Arthur told the woman sitting on the next barstool, "I was here, and I was missing bits that I had been quite attached to." He realized his voice had gotten shrill over the last sentence and went back to drinking large amounts of beer very quickly. When he hit the bottom of the glass, Arthur glanced around hopefully, just in case the world had gone back to normal (or at least the level of not-normal he was trying to get used to).
It hadn't. Arthur looked down at the rather large breasts straining against his undershirt. He prodded at them, despondently, and they jiggled. "What I am I supposed to do with these, anyway?"
Harley signaled the barkeeper for more alcohol. "Well," she said, grinning at him. "I could show you, if you want me to."
for gillen, who supplies all necessary context here.
Arthur settled on the floor next to Ford. "What are we watching?" Arthur asked. Ford ignored him, intead continuing to grin, enraptured, at the screen in front of them. "Ford?"
Arthur was handed the show's case by one of Ford's arms, which had apparently taken pity independently of the rest of him. Aliens in the Wild!!! Arthur read. Staring Eccentrica Gallumbits and the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal!!!!
Arthur looked back at the screen. The camera panned over dust and rocks, finally settling on a full and triple-breasted female figure. "Ford," said Arthur. "Why is she wearing a towel over her head? It seems like it would be hard to explore caves, if you can't see where you're going." The (probable) woman bent over slowly on screen. She tapped on a rock. "And where are the rest of her clothes? Is naked spelunking some sort of alien tradition, then?" The camera pulled back, to reveal… "A monster! But she's not running. Doesn't she see the- oh."
Ford grinned. "I love nature films," he said.
"…the next thing I knew," Arthur told the woman sitting on the next barstool, "I was here, and I was missing bits that I had been quite attached to." He realized his voice had gotten shrill over the last sentence and went back to drinking large amounts of beer very quickly. When he hit the bottom of the glass, Arthur glanced around hopefully, just in case the world had gone back to normal (or at least the level of not-normal he was trying to get used to).
It hadn't. Arthur looked down at the rather large breasts straining against his undershirt. He prodded at them, despondently, and they jiggled. "What I am I supposed to do with these, anyway?"
Harley signaled the barkeeper for more alcohol. "Well," she said, grinning at him. "I could show you, if you want me to."
for gillen, who supplies all necessary context here.
Arthur settled on the floor next to Ford. "What are we watching?" Arthur asked. Ford ignored him, intead continuing to grin, enraptured, at the screen in front of them. "Ford?"
Arthur was handed the show's case by one of Ford's arms, which had apparently taken pity independently of the rest of him. Aliens in the Wild!!! Arthur read. Staring Eccentrica Gallumbits and the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal!!!!
Arthur looked back at the screen. The camera panned over dust and rocks, finally settling on a full and triple-breasted female figure. "Ford," said Arthur. "Why is she wearing a towel over her head? It seems like it would be hard to explore caves, if you can't see where you're going." The (probable) woman bent over slowly on screen. She tapped on a rock. "And where are the rest of her clothes? Is naked spelunking some sort of alien tradition, then?" The camera pulled back, to reveal… "A monster! But she's not running. Doesn't she see the- oh."
Ford grinned. "I love nature films," he said.