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theairlock2017-07-09 01:08 pm
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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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[STICKIN HER TONGUE OUT AT YOU YA WACKO]
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SHE DIDN'T WANT TO SEE ANOTHER GIRL'S UNDERWEAR OKAY JANE DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS LIFE]
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[Just going to fold her arms across her chest.]
But I suppose it's not sillier than putting on fake mustaches and pretending you're Hercule Poirot...and then plotting to pie your Dad in the face before he pies you. So...perhaps I'm being a little harsh.
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Is adorable. And also, I need to buy another turnover to throw at Dad's face, immediately.
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[Maybe not a hot turnover, Junpei?]
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[And remixes. And Christmas jingles. And dramatic reenactments.]
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Yes. Because I will not let a unlabeled family member of mine live that down when I do. He got drunk without me.
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