SPIEGEL GOT RUN OVER BY A REINDEER
By Mr. Koraskov
Cowboy Bebop chars are property of their respective owners
Spike Spiegel slowly walked down the dock road, his boots clunking hollowly on the concrete. He sighed and looked at his watch, which blazed green to devotedly show him the time. Unfortunately it was broken.
Spike sighed and looked back at the large hulking form of the Bebop as it sat in the cold waters of the small colony of Mars.
Suddenly a loud bunch of hooves clopped by him. Surprised, Spike whirled around- to see nothing. His eyes darting from side to side for a moment, Spike regained his composure and stood erect. He chuckled reassuringly to himself.
It just might be the brewskies going to my head, thought the man as he turned back around. He gasped and quickly dodged to the side as a large black form rushed straight at him through the fog of the harbor. It snorted and clopped madly by, making an odd mooing sound as it wheeled around and rushed him again.
"Dammit!" Spike quickly rolled to the left and drew his pistol, shooting a few rounds off at the demonic beast. It roared and tried rushing him again. The bounty hunter replied with emptying his whole clip at the monster as it tried to run him over again. Spike began running in the opposite direction toward the ship. His breath heavy, Spike dared to look back. The creature wasn't following him, but its master was. He was a rather fat man who reminded Spike faintly of that one Mad Pierot guy.
"Ho ho ho!!!" he shouted in anguish as he tried to tackle Spike.
"Gah!" the hunter dove to the floor as a mass of fat and flesh flew over him. Spike didn't have time to reload his pistol before the fat man was on him again, throwing inhumanly fast punches and kicks.
Spiegel managed to kick the enraged fat man across the face and shove him into the wall of the building across from them. The bounty hunter then went to work on his attacker, pummeling him like there was no Tuesday.
Soon enough the fat man was still a fat blubbery mass, but he had many dents on him. Spike turned and started walking back toward the Bebop, when suddenly he heard the fat man laughing childishly. Spike whipped around just in time to see the red-clad minion of Lucifer rushing at him atop the evil hellsteed itself.
"What the…" Spike didn't have time to finish his sentence.
Jet yawned as he walked out of the ship and to the café that morning for caffeine.
"Good morning, sir, and Merry Chistmas!" said the pimply clerk.
Jet replied with a series of tired grunts and guttural noises.
"Yes, we do have a special of the morning."
More noises.
"Of course, sir, that'll be fifty woolongs."
Jet pulled his gun on the clerk.
"Of course, sir," continued the clerk, "First-timers eat free."
As Jet took his coffee and stumbled back across the street toward the Bebop, he noticed that one of his shipmates Faye Valentine was standing over a slumped form in the street, laughing.
Jet stumbled over and looked down at his half-conscious friend with a large hoof mark on his face and a sled streak that slid all the way up from the crotch of his pants to a vertical stripe on his face. Spike only started swearing when Jet's cup tipped and steaming coffee landed on his extremities…
Ouchies, Space Cowboy…
By Mr. Koraskov
Cowboy Bebop chars are property of their respective owners
Spike Spiegel slowly walked down the dock road, his boots clunking hollowly on the concrete. He sighed and looked at his watch, which blazed green to devotedly show him the time. Unfortunately it was broken.
Spike sighed and looked back at the large hulking form of the Bebop as it sat in the cold waters of the small colony of Mars.
Suddenly a loud bunch of hooves clopped by him. Surprised, Spike whirled around- to see nothing. His eyes darting from side to side for a moment, Spike regained his composure and stood erect. He chuckled reassuringly to himself.
It just might be the brewskies going to my head, thought the man as he turned back around. He gasped and quickly dodged to the side as a large black form rushed straight at him through the fog of the harbor. It snorted and clopped madly by, making an odd mooing sound as it wheeled around and rushed him again.
"Dammit!" Spike quickly rolled to the left and drew his pistol, shooting a few rounds off at the demonic beast. It roared and tried rushing him again. The bounty hunter replied with emptying his whole clip at the monster as it tried to run him over again. Spike began running in the opposite direction toward the ship. His breath heavy, Spike dared to look back. The creature wasn't following him, but its master was. He was a rather fat man who reminded Spike faintly of that one Mad Pierot guy.
"Ho ho ho!!!" he shouted in anguish as he tried to tackle Spike.
"Gah!" the hunter dove to the floor as a mass of fat and flesh flew over him. Spike didn't have time to reload his pistol before the fat man was on him again, throwing inhumanly fast punches and kicks.
Spiegel managed to kick the enraged fat man across the face and shove him into the wall of the building across from them. The bounty hunter then went to work on his attacker, pummeling him like there was no Tuesday.
Soon enough the fat man was still a fat blubbery mass, but he had many dents on him. Spike turned and started walking back toward the Bebop, when suddenly he heard the fat man laughing childishly. Spike whipped around just in time to see the red-clad minion of Lucifer rushing at him atop the evil hellsteed itself.
"What the…" Spike didn't have time to finish his sentence.
Jet yawned as he walked out of the ship and to the café that morning for caffeine.
"Good morning, sir, and Merry Chistmas!" said the pimply clerk.
Jet replied with a series of tired grunts and guttural noises.
"Yes, we do have a special of the morning."
More noises.
"Of course, sir, that'll be fifty woolongs."
Jet pulled his gun on the clerk.
"Of course, sir," continued the clerk, "First-timers eat free."
As Jet took his coffee and stumbled back across the street toward the Bebop, he noticed that one of his shipmates Faye Valentine was standing over a slumped form in the street, laughing.
Jet stumbled over and looked down at his half-conscious friend with a large hoof mark on his face and a sled streak that slid all the way up from the crotch of his pants to a vertical stripe on his face. Spike only started swearing when Jet's cup tipped and steaming coffee landed on his extremities…
Ouchies, Space Cowboy…