EXILE DIB:CHAPTER 11:THE ONE WE'VE BEEN DREADING
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The Massive, humming gently in the icy blackness of space, was abuzz with activity. The return of Tallest Purple was cause for celebration, and everyone was getting in on the party, even the table-headed service drones. Whistling to himself, Dib walked into the mess hall. The hall served food from four corners of the galaxy, and since the galaxy was triangular, that's a lot of corners. But that's not what Dib noticed.
"Whoa!" yelled Dib, looking at the massive bash before him. Blarr and Varck, as yet un-promoted, were dancing their PAKs off. Purple was at the center, eating a slice of cake. I concur with that assessment. Hey, who's that? asked AVATAR. He pointed Dib at a female Irken in the corner, who did not appear to be very interested in celebration. "TAK!? You can't be interested in Tak!" said Dib, yelling somehow quietly. No, I've got a good feeling! Go over to her. Stiffening, Dib was carried along by AVATAR's legs towards Tak.
"What do you want?" asked Tak, sounding as if she'd forgotten to take her medication.
"Just to talk to you, gorgeous." said AVATAR. Dib, mortified, was blushing dark green. "Want some punch?"
"Do I know you?" asked Tak. She was rather nonplussed by AVATAR's come-on.
"I'm new here. Name's Dib. How about you; do you come here often?" asked AVATAR.
"I live here." said Tak, unimpressed by the line. "Hey, wait. Didn't you ruin my plans and get me shot into deep space?"
"Er, that was a different Dib." Dib decided to take matters into his own hands. "NO, I am Dib Membrane, in the flesh! Quiet, you!"
"Why did your voice change?" By this point, Tak was not only horribly confused, but also wishing she'd never come here. Personally presenting your resume to the Tallest wasn't worth this.
"Everybody, I've got two announcements." said Tallest Purple, clinking his plate with a fork. "Firstly, this cake is AMAZING! Thank you Bonn!" Bakelord Bonn bowed, and ran off to make more cakes. "Second, we've got a new crew-member! Please welcome Snack Advisor Dib!" Dib'd chosen his profession from millions of possible combinations, and this one was particularly fun. Basically, he got to buy and distribute snacks to the crew of the Massive. At six monies an hour, it was a pretty good gig.
"It's complicated." answered Dib, avoiding the question. "No, the meatbag just can't date, so I'm helping him."
"Whatever." Tak walked away, intending to get away from Dib as quickly as possible. No, she wouldn't be coming back,
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And thus, I fulfill my many promises. I'm thinking of writing a series of oneshots with Irken!Dib. What do you think? Also, hooray for actually finding a use for brush-stroking! Humanities class, people.
SKARRCH OUT! *educated BOOM*
