003 || And He Does it Again [Job/Mission Video]
Hughes = Blue
Husband Alien = Green
Wife Alien = Maroon
[The feed clicks on from a neighboring chair, as Hughes seats himself once more in a cozy chair; he has a clipboard in hand and is flipping through it at an impressive speed. Across from him there are two purple aliens with huge heads and 8 arms. Hughes is undaunted by this, of course, because they seem like lovely people. Aliens. Whatever they prefer.]
Well, you do have a lot of children--134 isn't an easy number to come by! And Mr. Xeglosx, you want more, you said? I think it'd be best for you to allow some time to pass...
[And the male alien with the bitchin' mustache takes one hand and curls the end of it.]
NO! We are a proud and noble race in need of the finest multitude of offspring we can handle! Our main goal is to have enough in our race to take over the universe! Ahahaha--!
[Meanwhile, mama alien is dabbing her eye with a hanky, looking distraught.]
You see? He's like this every second of the day. Even when we go out at a restaurant, all he says is 'genetic dominance this' and 'controlling the galaxy' that! I'm so sick of listening to him when he doesn't listen to me--what happened to our wonderful dreams? You barely speak to me, speak to your boys, and don't even acknowledge our little angels!
Aaaah, you have daughters~! How old?
[sniffle] Oh, about 3 for each age, up until 20 or so. They're all so lovely and I want them to follow their hearts--but this cruel alien beside me won't even allow that! He just tells them they must wed into their own race for the sake of control.
Well, it is true! That is our sole purpose--
Is that the only reason you married me?!
N-no, I--
Because that's what I see! A marriage for the sake of a lifelong breedfest! I'll have none of it!!
Mr. and Mrs. Xeglosx, if I may have your attention.
[He coughs into his hand, placing the clipboard down. And eloquently replies, looking professional.]
From all the things you've told me earlier, maybe I can be of some use; Mr. Xeglosx, you came from a household where all your brothers and sisters were told they had to be the ones to carry the Kifluic's into supreme power, right?
Yes, yes, that's right.
But--didn't that change when you met Mrs. Xeglosx?
...
You two had a passion for each other that was unmatched by any pre-determined fate of continuing a species! That by itself if something that many couples never manage--a true and unparalleled love for one another. You want to make him happy, you want to make her happy. The reason why you're having such a difficult time right now is because he's trying to live up to his family name while still being the man you fell in love with. But the problem with multitasking in a relationship is--
[20 minutes of Dr. Phil Later...]
[Cue crying, hugging aliens shooting mucus-tears all over the room. Hughes has a clipboard up, blocking his face from the gross goo. He seems relatively unphased. Mainly because some alien regurgitated him a thank you snack earlier in the week for his help. At any rate, the entire place looks gross. It's a good thing he only worked there for a few hours.]
[SOB! SOB!] Oh, you're right, you're completely right! My beautiful purple gem, can you ever forgive me?
My dear, there's nothing to forgive--I still love you, and there's nothing in Thor nor the universe that can change that.
Aaaah, beauty, elegance, and heart--it is why I married you--!
Oh, Gerderg, let's go home... Thank you so much, Mr. Counselor, thank you.
Yes, you have our gratitude. Excuse me; I must go be a true father to my wonderful 134 children.... We have time. Time to love our children and each other. Let us go, my lovely mucus flower~
[And the two walk out weird-gooey-arm-in-weird-gooey-arm.]
[Hughes.
Sparkles.
Sternly.]
What a nice couple.
[ooc: I totally bandwagon'd so show how it's done. Except... I don't think Hughes did it right either. B|]
Husband Alien = Green
Wife Alien = Maroon
[The feed clicks on from a neighboring chair, as Hughes seats himself once more in a cozy chair; he has a clipboard in hand and is flipping through it at an impressive speed. Across from him there are two purple aliens with huge heads and 8 arms. Hughes is undaunted by this, of course, because they seem like lovely people. Aliens. Whatever they prefer.]
Well, you do have a lot of children--134 isn't an easy number to come by! And Mr. Xeglosx, you want more, you said? I think it'd be best for you to allow some time to pass...
[And the male alien with the bitchin' mustache takes one hand and curls the end of it.]
NO! We are a proud and noble race in need of the finest multitude of offspring we can handle! Our main goal is to have enough in our race to take over the universe! Ahahaha--!
[Meanwhile, mama alien is dabbing her eye with a hanky, looking distraught.]
You see? He's like this every second of the day. Even when we go out at a restaurant, all he says is 'genetic dominance this' and 'controlling the galaxy' that! I'm so sick of listening to him when he doesn't listen to me--what happened to our wonderful dreams? You barely speak to me, speak to your boys, and don't even acknowledge our little angels!
Aaaah, you have daughters~! How old?
[sniffle] Oh, about 3 for each age, up until 20 or so. They're all so lovely and I want them to follow their hearts--but this cruel alien beside me won't even allow that! He just tells them they must wed into their own race for the sake of control.
Well, it is true! That is our sole purpose--
Is that the only reason you married me?!
N-no, I--
Because that's what I see! A marriage for the sake of a lifelong breedfest! I'll have none of it!!
Mr. and Mrs. Xeglosx, if I may have your attention.
[He coughs into his hand, placing the clipboard down. And eloquently replies, looking professional.]
From all the things you've told me earlier, maybe I can be of some use; Mr. Xeglosx, you came from a household where all your brothers and sisters were told they had to be the ones to carry the Kifluic's into supreme power, right?
Yes, yes, that's right.
But--didn't that change when you met Mrs. Xeglosx?
...
You two had a passion for each other that was unmatched by any pre-determined fate of continuing a species! That by itself if something that many couples never manage--a true and unparalleled love for one another. You want to make him happy, you want to make her happy. The reason why you're having such a difficult time right now is because he's trying to live up to his family name while still being the man you fell in love with. But the problem with multitasking in a relationship is--
[20 minutes of Dr. Phil Later...]
[Cue crying, hugging aliens shooting mucus-tears all over the room. Hughes has a clipboard up, blocking his face from the gross goo. He seems relatively unphased. Mainly because some alien regurgitated him a thank you snack earlier in the week for his help. At any rate, the entire place looks gross. It's a good thing he only worked there for a few hours.]
[SOB! SOB!] Oh, you're right, you're completely right! My beautiful purple gem, can you ever forgive me?
My dear, there's nothing to forgive--I still love you, and there's nothing in Thor nor the universe that can change that.
Aaaah, beauty, elegance, and heart--it is why I married you--!
Oh, Gerderg, let's go home... Thank you so much, Mr. Counselor, thank you.
Yes, you have our gratitude. Excuse me; I must go be a true father to my wonderful 134 children.... We have time. Time to love our children and each other. Let us go, my lovely mucus flower~
[And the two walk out weird-gooey-arm-in-weird-gooey-arm.]
[Hughes.
Sparkles.
Sternly.]
What a nice couple.
[ooc: I totally bandwagon'd so show how it's done. Except... I don't think Hughes did it right either. B|]