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

[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...

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Wait, so you do think I'm me, at least.

[refusedtoleave]

The others seem to believe you well enough.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I can't believe this is my legacy. Not "oh, he's the one who survived two other deadly games," or "oh, the guy that got his arm zapped off trying to save Kip," but, "oh, damn, it's that guy with the panties." This is how I'll be remembered. Incredible.

[refusedtoleave]

We all survived their games... Besides, they used the underwear in the advertising.

[This is your legacy]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hooray. I'm immortal.

[refusedtoleave]

It could be worse. They didn't edit it with that dumb voice-over like they did with a lot of things.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Voice-over? ...Kip?

[refusedtoleave]

Some of it was. We got rid of most of the tapes... But they had clips they'd recorded with things like 'Can true love and friendship save them?' and violins in the background...It was disgusting.

[If you ignore her rather poor attempt at a sports announcer's voice, you'll see she's gone back to glaring at everything.]