All of a sudden, Frylock notices the loud music and chatter in the background, going on at the house across the street. He finds the ship on top of the splattered house.
"Damn, what the hell?" He goes to knock on the door of the ship, wondering who was in there. Skeeter answers the door.
"Hey-"
"Do you know that this is illegal?" Frylock angrily interrupts, not letting Skeeter talk. "See all these houses? They all have different landlords! I'm one of the only ones living in this whole little neighborhood, and I am NOT going to be held responsible for this bull****!"
D.P comes up to the door. "Whoa, reminds me of that guy from the ol' high school glee club."
"You're pretty tough bro," Skeeter tells Frylock. "But no hard feelings man. Want a drink?"
"Uh-"
"We'll tell the landlord dude about it, alright? I just needed to crash this thing somewhere for the night. Space popos are on my ass." He invites Frylock in. "Just sit anywhere."
Frylock goes to sit at the stool at the personal bar, rubbing his head. The two aliens go to sit at the bar as well.
"I've seen you two before, haven't I?" The bros smirk at each other.
"Sounds like a pick-up line to me." Skeeter half jokes.
"No no, I'm serious. I think you guys crashed in front of Carl's house when he had those bright red security lights."
D.P happily remembers.
"Ha, I remember that! I crashed this thing wickedly!" He hi-fives his bro.
"I'm making some Kamikazes. How many you bros want?"
"10!" D.P. says.
"I'm good, thank you." Frylock says.
"Ah, c'mon, what?" Skeeter says. "Is it too pu*** of a drink for you? I can add some more vodka in it if you want." He starts mixing the drinks. "One won't kill you, I'll make it small."
Frylock sighed. "Alright, but just one."
10 minutes later...
Frylock is out in front of the ship, wobbling to and fro, his eyes twitching.
"Dude, why's he acting like that?" D.P asked.
"I dunno." Skeeter chugs down a shot of vodka. "Looks like he got drunk off one little Kami."
"How much freaky juice you put in it?"
"I dunno, man! I found your dad's recipe for the stuff and followed that! The dude just has a weakspot for-"
"H-hey, I feel tired, all of a s-s-sudden." Frylock mumbles. "Who wants to unnnnndress me and lay me in t-their bed?" The bros look at each other.
"That's all you put in the drink?"
"Yeah, I swear!"
Frylock is seeing darkness before his eyes, he begins to lose control of his levitation. He hears one last thing:
"Ah man, he's gonna black out..."
His eyes close and he falls to the ground, unconscious.
