The Swordfish II docked the Bebop and lid flipped open. Spike jumped out of the small ship
and closed the top. He moved quickly to his quarters and put on his MP3 player's headphones.
Spike checked through his case of MP3 CDs and pulled out a CD that had "RBF" written on it
with a permanant marker.
He stood up and walked over to his dresser where a traveler-sized bottle of Jim Beam whiskey
and a bottle of Coca-Cola sat. He sat his MP3 player on the dresser and put the CD in it.
The first track began to play loudly into his headphones. Spike popped the cap of the
bottle of soda and opened the Jim Beam. He placed his MP3 player on his belt and walked over
to his bed.
He plopped down and placed the bottles between his legs. He changed the track of the CD to
track sixteen, the last track of the CD. He began to sing loudly: "If I had a dollar bill
for every time I've been wrong, I'd be a self-made millionare and you'd still be gone. So
hand me down my best dress shoes and my best dress shirt, 'cause I'm going out in style to
cover the hurt.
"All I wanna do all day is spend it in bed, but that's bad for the body and worst for
my head. Soo I'll try to find a place where no one will ask me a thing. It'll help me to
forget and help me to sing."
Spike only noticed when he stopped singing that Jet had been banging on his door. He took
a swig of Jim Beam and chased it with soda before he answered, "WHAT?!"
Jet opened to the door to Spike's room and looked at him. "Shaddup! I'm working on my banzai
tree!"
"Oh, you're straight."
"What was that?!"
"Do we have any eggs?"
Jet gave Spike a funny look. "I think so. Why?"
Spike held up the Coca-Cola and Jim Beam. "Tomorrow will be a Prairie Oyster morning."
and closed the top. He moved quickly to his quarters and put on his MP3 player's headphones.
Spike checked through his case of MP3 CDs and pulled out a CD that had "RBF" written on it
with a permanant marker.
He stood up and walked over to his dresser where a traveler-sized bottle of Jim Beam whiskey
and a bottle of Coca-Cola sat. He sat his MP3 player on the dresser and put the CD in it.
The first track began to play loudly into his headphones. Spike popped the cap of the
bottle of soda and opened the Jim Beam. He placed his MP3 player on his belt and walked over
to his bed.
He plopped down and placed the bottles between his legs. He changed the track of the CD to
track sixteen, the last track of the CD. He began to sing loudly: "If I had a dollar bill
for every time I've been wrong, I'd be a self-made millionare and you'd still be gone. So
hand me down my best dress shoes and my best dress shirt, 'cause I'm going out in style to
cover the hurt.
"All I wanna do all day is spend it in bed, but that's bad for the body and worst for
my head. Soo I'll try to find a place where no one will ask me a thing. It'll help me to
forget and help me to sing."
Spike only noticed when he stopped singing that Jet had been banging on his door. He took
a swig of Jim Beam and chased it with soda before he answered, "WHAT?!"
Jet opened to the door to Spike's room and looked at him. "Shaddup! I'm working on my banzai
tree!"
"Oh, you're straight."
"What was that?!"
"Do we have any eggs?"
Jet gave Spike a funny look. "I think so. Why?"
Spike held up the Coca-Cola and Jim Beam. "Tomorrow will be a Prairie Oyster morning."