My creativity seems to have left my mind....Anyway, I'll try not to stink up a storm. Once again...



I OWN NONE OF THE PPLZ! ...........Well, THE EXTRA ONE IS MINE! STEAL IT AND DIE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!



Ok. There we go. With that, Here it is!





THE REAL FOLK BLUES - PART SIX!








The Bebop slowly landed along the shoreline. Ein and Ed were running around like cats sniffing catnip as Spike walked out onto the deck and looked down at them. He threw down a ladder for them to climb up, sighing loudly. Ed ran in circles around him and then took off through the door to the bridge. Ein simply sat on the deck and went to sleep. Spike sighed once again and followed Ed through the door. Ed flipped around like a drunk kangaroo, if there is such a thing. She finally stopped when she slipped the table and died a backflip, hitting the table with her head. Hard. Jet came down the stairs, sighing. Without even saying hello, he walked to his room and locked the door.



***Scene Switches To Jet's Room***



He sat on his rickety bed and sighed once more. He hadn't remembered about their financial position. They were broke. Completely. Seriously broke.




I know that this is nowhere near complete, ppl. I couldn't help it - this is all you can get for now. I hope it can hold you over for the weekend, at least. Ciao.