Space Ghost Thinks About The Cosmos

by Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus

Space Ghost wonders if the cosmos are actually smaller than they appear to be in space. He then decides to ask Wario about it because he's in the mood to mess with a fat man full of garlic, who wants to sell him some games at the same time.

Space Ghost stood in front of his window that was behind his desk as he watched the cosmos pass, wondering why the giant purple meteor was always moving so slowly. He had a guest on the show in the form of a grotesque man filled with greed, but he didn't care so much about that since the vast reaches of outer space interested him more.

"Hmm... that meteor over there is most likely smaller than it really seems." Space Ghost stated as he rubbed his chin with his right hand. "You think everything could be so small to make it seem like space is big? Is this all in our head, I wonder...?"

"Probably." Moltar interrupted as he was moping the floor, bobbing his head as he turned to face Space Ghost. "Hell, we might seem big, but we're pretty small, too."

"...that is too true." Space Ghost grumbled as he was conflicted, not sure if everything was actually small, or big. He couldn't decide that they were both, but from a certain point of view.

"Hey! Pay attention... to me!" Cried out Wario as the fat muscled man was stuffing some cloves of garlic in his mouth.

"Oh yeah, you were here." Space Ghost cleared his throat as he took a seat, his yellow cape blowing behind him. "So, what do you do for a living?"

Wario laughed as he began to rub his hands together in a greedy fashion. "Well, if you must ask..."

"I said what do ya do..." Space Ghost slowly interrupted while squinting his eyes. "...For a living."

"...I was gonna say, but then you interrupted me you dumb looking freakshow," Wario rebutted as he scratched his butt.

"I mean how does the living around you get contributed? You know, the ones who are alive." Space Ghost cleared up as he began tapping his blue cue card.

Wario had his mouth agape as he had no idea what the idiot was mumbling to him. "What the hell?"

"You live in a city, right? At least that's what Moltar told me." Space Ghost spoke up as he rubbed his chin. "So how do the citizens of your metropolis benefit from you?"

"All right wise guy, what's with you flipping this script on me?" Wario grumbled as he clenched his fists. "I thought we were going to talk about me, not the lowly peasents who pay me!"

"Oh, so they're slaves to you now?" Space Ghost growled as he folded his arms. "Is that how you get off your sweet jollies?"

"He says this while having me cooped up in this pit..." Moltar muttered quietly to himself as he took a sip of his Dr. Pepper drink.