The disclaimer telling all of you that I don't own any Galaxy Rangers characters has taken off to go play some golf. Just another mad one shot that came out of my head!
Doc The Golf Guru
"So this is a golf course?" Shane looked around the large area. He was wearing his casual black cowboy outfit complete with a black hat.
"Yes indeed My Gooseman," Doc smiled. He was wearing a white shirt underneath a yellow sweater, baggy brown pants and casual shoes with a black glove on one hand. He was also wearing a plaid golf hat on his head. "It's time you learned about the world of that gentleman's game called golf."
"I can't believe you talked me into this," Shane grunted. "What a way to spend the afternoon off! I could be upgrading Triton or working on my interceptor's thrusters."
"You should have been working on your wardrobe," Doc gave him a look. "Gooseman don't you own any other clothes other than those black cowboy duds? You stand out like a…Well like a Supertrooper at a golf course. This isn't the rodeo you know?"
"Well you're certainly dressed like a clown," Shane gave him a critical look.
"This My dear Gooseman is proper golf ensemble," Doc smiled and indicated his outfit with a grand gesture.
"You mean you're supposed to look like an idiot?" Shane asked.
"Let's just get right to the mechanics of the game, shall we?" Doc decided to ignore this. "Now did you read the rule book I gave you?"
"Yeah. Let me get this straight," Shane gave him a look. "We're supposed to shoot this stupid little ball into that stupid little hole way out there only using a club?"
"That's right," Doc smiled. "And you are to do it in as few strokes as possible. Observe."
Doc lined up his shot and carefully positioned his club before hitting the ball. "FORE!"
Which went right into a nearby pond. "AAAAHHHHHHHH!" Doc yelled.
"I take it that is an example of what you are not supposed to do?" Shane smirked.
"Right! I did that on purpose!" Doc bristled. "That doesn't count! Let me try again!" He took out another ball and hit that one on a tree which bounced into the lake. "OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"
"You wanna try again, Doc?" Shane snickered. "I could use more lessons on what not to do."
"Don't push me Gooseman!" Doc growled as he took out another ball. "All right you stupid little…Now don't go into the water!"
It didn't. It went right into a sand trap. "WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?" Doc yelled. He banged his club against the ground. "STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!"
"Are you supposed to do that?" Shane asked.
"Yes! It helps me relax!" Doc snapped as he banged his clubs some more. "AAGGGHHH!"
"This game is more violent than I thought," Shane remarked. "Maybe it's not so boring after all?"
"Just take your turn," Doc glared at him. "Don't expect too much on your first swing. Try to get it on the green."
"All right," Shane shrugged. He copied Doc's stance and hit the ball. It sailed through the air and fell neatly right into the hole.
"You gotta be kidding me!" Doc's jaw dropped. "You have got to be kidding me?"
"There I got a hole in one," Shane said. "This game is way too easy. Can we go now? Doc? Doc?"
"I can't stand it!" Doc banged his head against a tree. "I just can't stand it!"