Beep Beep we're going to Sparby's

[airlockedmods]

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.

Comments

[refusedtoleave]

Are you sure? They might just be more of those strange people in costumes...

[cyan_maid]

I saw Miss Nari melt a cup in her hand. I'm pretty sure they're real.

[refusedtoleave]

How is that proof? We've already seen what that hard-light stuff can do. And we know other people who can control fire.

[cyan_maid]

Well...I'm convinced, but if you need more convincing...why not try asking them things yourself?

[refusedtoleave]

Why are you so convinced?

[You're the one whose be watching properly.]

[cyan_maid]

Because I've been watching them long enough on the darned show to...you know, trust personal tics and cues. And gut feelings. I'm going to go with them.

[refusedtoleave]

If this is a trap...

[What the hell, it's not like they're not already fugitives.]

[cyan_maid]

We won't let you get caught in a trap, I promise.

[refusedtoleave]

You better not... I'm not as good at running as you lot.

[That might be an attempt at a joke, maybe? Is she leaning bad humor?]

[cyan_maid]

[She's doing a good job!]

Then you'll go ahead and I'll stay behind, alright?

[refusedtoleave]

No you won't.

[cyan_maid]

[Slight drooping]

Miss Natsuhi, I promise I'll be alright!

[refusedtoleave]

[Crossing arms. Nope, not budging on this.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

I really don't want to hear that from a woman I don't know.

[refusedtoleave]

After seeing that convention it's hard to take anything at face value.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Fair enough, but who the hell dresses up to go to Arby's?

[refusedtoleave]

You didn't see that place...

[misanthropicprinciple]

They had a convention at an Arby's?

[refusedtoleave]

They had everything else there!

[Does she even know what Arby's is?]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He pinches the bridge of his nose.]

Okay, we're not gonna get anywhere like this. You can believe what you want about us, but I, for one, don't even know who you're supposed to be.

[refusedtoleave]

I'm sure you can figure it out with how long you've been speaking with the others...[Squints]

...Wait, you're that boy that was throwing underwear around.

[Backing away from you, undies-boy.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Wh... I was drunk. You don't have to look at me like that!

[refusedtoleave]

It was still you. There's a saying that a drunk man doesn't lie.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Do you see me throwing any panties right now, at this moment?

[refusedtoleave]

No, but given that you did before on intergalactic television...