Chapter 9-Closure
"Hey."
"Hey Faye."
"So."
"So." Say something intelligent you idiot! "I like your hair." Oh my god
"Really? Thanks. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm good, I'm cool, all is well."
With Spike's obviously disturbed answer Faye decided to leave the big question of whether Spike had sniffed a little too much of the drug that day, alone. If there was one thing about men she had come to completely understand, when men act weird, they want something, or they've done something wrong. Therefore, one must leave man, well, alone.
[I thought I had gotten rid of you!
Baby, I'm always here for you to draw out your guilt, give you grief, pain, hate, and influence you to do the things you never thought you'd ever do.
And with this said (in Spike's mind of course), Mr. Conscience did exactly what he said he would. He forced Spike to do something he would never have the guts to do. He made Spike instigate some fiery feelings.
And thus Spike jerked forward unexpectedly.
Jet was happily fixing the redtail and the swordfish, okay so happily is the most unsuitable adjective ever. Let me start that again.
Ahem
Whilst this was happening, somewhere aboard the Bebop one could hear a string of unintelligible mumbling coming from the mechanics room of the ship. If one were to dare to step any closer one would make out a few words that would not me entirely suitable for people under the age of thirteen.
Use your imagination guys, I am unable to repeat it, it still gives me shock.
During the rebuilding of the two ships that were 'unnecessarily destroyed' by the 'two manic savage imbeciles that have no respect for beautiful machinery,' Jet Black came to a epiphany.
'Now why am I here fixing their ships while they're probably having a good time getting their asses drunk on the money they got?'
With this in mind Jet trudged, little less grumpily, towards the hangar where Spike and Faye were currently situated.
Poking his head through the door he had every intention of yelling them to go down into the mechanics room and fix their own ships but what came out instead was:
"SPIKE! GET YOUR PERVERTED HANDS OFF MY LITTLE GIRL!!!!!!!"
Dr. Mastine loved to watch the stars from Earth. In space he was just too close. Therefore he filled his evenings admiring the big balls of gas suspended in zero gravity in the darkest of space. Thanks to technology he could see further than anyone in the year 2030 could ever dream of.
Laying down his little coffee mug he settled down in a comfortable cushioned chair in front of his telescope and prepared to see the night sky. Tonight, he decided, he'd look a little further and see the planets.
Setting down his glasses he carefully and excitedly looked through the telescope. It must have been the angle or something but instead of a beautiful star, all he could see was a large ship. Much like a tin can.
And on this tin can he saw to men. One lanky looking man with a large green mop on his head, and another that had no hair and a mechanical arm.
But what was strange, was that the man with the green mop head had fire coming out of his buttocks.
"Oh my," said Dr. Mastine. "I wonder what he did wrong."
