Scene: The wreckage of Lute's home. It's late afternoon now as the Mecs toss the last sullen shovelfulls of dirt onto the graves for Lute's Mom, Uncle Taco, and the Gnomes. Red watches quietly as Lute struggles to hold back his tears.
Lute: I can't believe they're gone. *sniff*
Red: I'm sorry, Lute.
Lute: Do you know any tricks to bring them back?
Red: Ever hear the name 'Aeris', kid?
Lute: &#@%!
PzkwV: What do you think the chances are they'll come back, G?
T260G: Estimate 92%, since we were not here to be captured. Recommend immediate departure of Region.
Red: *nods* I agree. Let's go, PzkwV.
Lute: You're leaving?
PzkwV: We're on a mission from God!
T260G: Incorrect film!
Red: I have things that I must attend to.
Lute: What about my house!? What about me!?
Red: The fate of thousands outweighs your needs. Besides, I recall that my last offer was very rudely rejected.
Lute: There's nothing left here for me; no home, no family, no job... nothing except an open invitation to my own funeral. I've changed my mind! I'm going with you!
T260G: Such is the making of a hero.
Red: And will you become my apprentice, to fulfill the legacy left by your father?
Lute: If it will increase my life expectancy against those Trinity goons, I'll wade hipdeep through BlackDragon $#!^. I'm your man.
Red: *rolls eyes* How succinctly put.
Gen: I'll drink to that! *slugs back on a bottle*
PzkwV: When did HE get here?
Gen: Gawd, I love Yorkland! *passes out*
Red: Much as I hate to say it, he's given me an idea...
Lute: Eh?
Red: We can't leave Yorkland via the usual methods. Trinity will be watching everyone leaving the spaceport. But we might be able to get to Devin if we charter a privateer.
PzkwV: You mean a smuggler? I like you more by the hour.
Lute: And the best place to find a smuggler is at the pub!
Red: You catch on quick. Shall we go clubbin'?
Lute: If you're heading where I think you're heading, I don't think we'll be needing any ID.
Red: You've been there before, eh?
Sariel V Humor, Ltd. - Life. It beats the alternative.
Copyright April 2, 2001. I'm a year behind!
OUTTAKE
Lute: You're leaving?
PzkwV: This mission was a gift from God!
MP: CUT!
T260G: Incorrect game!
PzkwV: &#@%!
MP: No Daravonese in this parody!