"And it's really only likely to get worse," says Ray, wiping vaguely at his face with one hand. "On the other hand it's vastly preferable to having to deal with the State Department just at the moment, so I'll handle the slime and the screaming one way or another."
"Ray Stantz," says Ray, doing his best to wipe one goopy hand with a napkin before offering to shake. "Pleased to meet you. Man, I've been out of circulation here for a while."
Romana joins him, with a cup of tea. Wonderful things, tannins. She only caught the tail end of the excitement (there truly was a facinating solar flare phenomenon two systems over) but that was plenty for her.
"I am still firmly of the opinon that the boy should be taken to the Fifth-first century and left there. For the good of the universe."
"A sentiment I'd ordinarily wholeheartedly agree with, but we really need to find an appropriate physical as well as temporal location before dropping him off, otherwise he could end up anywhere," Ray says. "And given how long Cybertronian circuitry lasts there's a good chance that Ecto, at least, will still have to deal with him if we just leave him on Earth. Is there a planet you particularly dislike, maybe?"
Cyber-anything still has the power to make her flinch, if only inwardly. One might thank the Doctor for that, but in truth, anyone with half a brain would flinch a little after being exposed to her universe's answer to zombies.
(They truly do just want your brains.)
She takes a larger sip of her tea. Oh, the glories of warmed plant matter. Sometimes humans really get it right.
"I couldn't do that, it would only raise more ire against your species."
"Unfortunate, but true," Ray says. "Well, eventually he'll hit the ugly part of puberty and then it'll all be over. We just have to get through the intervening years without things going straight into the toilet, that's all."
He grabs a napkin and starts trying to get some of the yuk out of his face.
"Have I missed anything interesting on the academic front?"
"Worse than this? You know you're puddling, don't you?" She sounds impressed, and slightly bemused, as she comes closer, trying to avoid getting any ectoplasm on her suit. "I feel all right." She's ticked off, actually, but it's nothing to do with the bar or Ray, so she won't dump her worries on him just yet.
"I get that a lot. It's a hazard of the profession. Once I've stopped dripping a few good go-rounds with undiluted Dr. Bronner's Peppermint Soap will generally do the trick," Ray says. "It's not like the day a few years ago where an interdimensional portal of some kind opened up and connected a room in southern Manhattan to a warehouse full of overripe bananas."
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Based on the slime, a busy day all over the poor guys face.
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"Given the choice, I'd be out in the field rather than in meetings myself," he says, "I'm Robo by the way."
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"I am still firmly of the opinon that the boy should be taken to the Fifth-first century and left there. For the good of the universe."
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(They truly do just want your brains.)
She takes a larger sip of her tea. Oh, the glories of warmed plant matter. Sometimes humans really get it right.
"I couldn't do that, it would only raise more ire against your species."
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He grabs a napkin and starts trying to get some of the yuk out of his face.
"Have I missed anything interesting on the academic front?"
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