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theairlock2017-07-09 01:08 pm
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-07-09 01:08 pm
Beep Beep we're going to Sparby's
Once everyone's in the dick limo and they've watched the Fantasy Sweet burn down behind them (dodging the flaming debris once the pressure builds up enough inside to make the whole thing go nuclear), it's off to the nearest fast food planet.
Which...is about five lightdays away.
Luckily for you, you have your very own Personal Artistic License to keep you entertained. So PAL bounces around the back of the limo, sitting in every lap that will have him, as he tells the story of Kip from the day he hatched as a tiny, impressionable smeet to present.
Sparing absolutely no detail.
Especially about the part where Kip failed his navigator's exam because he stopped at Then-Foodcourtia and crashed the ship into one of the greasy pustules that had sprouted on the planet's surface, destroying the aircraft and boiling his instructor alive in the fiery grease of hell.
So now there's a dick limo parked in the Sparby's parking lot. For anyone who had Arby's or Arby's-adjacent restaurants on their home planet... The menu's not much different. Everything meat-based is 100% beef, the milkshakes look delicious, and of course there are turnovers (apple, cherry, and chocolate).
Which... well, catch Kip and PAL in the corner shoving milkshakes and turnovers in their faces tbh.]
Welcome to Sparby's, Survivors.
You earned it.
Which...is about five lightdays away.
Luckily for you, you have your very own Personal Artistic License to keep you entertained. So PAL bounces around the back of the limo, sitting in every lap that will have him, as he tells the story of Kip from the day he hatched as a tiny, impressionable smeet to present.
Sparing absolutely no detail.
Especially about the part where Kip failed his navigator's exam because he stopped at Then-Foodcourtia and crashed the ship into one of the greasy pustules that had sprouted on the planet's surface, destroying the aircraft and boiling his instructor alive in the fiery grease of hell.
So now there's a dick limo parked in the Sparby's parking lot. For anyone who had Arby's or Arby's-adjacent restaurants on their home planet... The menu's not much different. Everything meat-based is 100% beef, the milkshakes look delicious, and of course there are turnovers (apple, cherry, and chocolate).
Which... well, catch Kip and PAL in the corner shoving milkshakes and turnovers in their faces tbh.]
You earned it.
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[UgghhhHHHhh okay, he manages to sit up and open his eyes all the way. He yawns so hard he cracks his jaw, covering his mouth with his robot hand.]
Too bad this Space Arby's isn't built into a Space Holiday Inn. I wouldn't mind a night in a real bed.
[And also, a night without Kip behind the wheel of their spreaming metal deathtrap.
(Space screaming metal deathtrap.)]
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I know what you mean. I don't exactly mind the limo but I've gotten too used to sleeping in an actual bed. It's too crowded in there.
[ Cuddle puddles are all well and good and she loves her family but it's been FIVE DAYS ]
Maybe we can see about stopping off somewhere for a night or two? So we can get some proper rest and work out where to go from here.