Scene: Interior of The Sub-Cellar. T260G and PzkwV quietly exit the door under the watchful eyes of Bruno. As the Mecs exit, the low conversations at the surrounding tables begin to pick up again. Red surveys the room for likely prospects.
Red: Watch carefully, young Lute.
Lute: What am I supposed to be watching for, old man?
Red: *ignoring Lute* Picking a smuggler is much like choosing a fine wine.
Lute: Anyone ever tell you you're loony?
Red: There are many to choose from, and all have their strengths and weaknesses, but very few will suit us for our purposes. Have a seat and watch the master in action.
Lute: Master of what?
Red: You there! Gotta ship we can borrow?
Lute: *sitting* I've got a bad feling about this.
Lute slides into a booth, not quite realizing it is already occupied.
Slime: !@!*! !! !'''!.... !!!
Lute: Oh! Excuse me! Guess I should watch where I sit.
Slime: !##!! !!! ...... !
Lute: Yeah, I'll be more careful, little fell'r. How's about I buy you a drink.
An hour later.
Red: *approaching* Hey, Lute I found... Lute?
Lute: Buuuut giv' me a rambolin'.... rover! [HIC]
Slime: ...........!!! ....!! '''!'!' !!! !!!!!!!!!! [%%%%] !!!!
Lute: Tha's.... tha's' pritty good! We'llll ro-am th' country overrr...
Red: You're worse than my roomie!
Lute: Heeeey, i's that old guy.... and lots of 'im. Have a seats!
Red: Lute, I've found us a ride to Devin. We'll be leaving shortly, so say goodbye to your friend here.
Slime: ^^!!!!
Lute: Good... goodbye? Nawnawnawnaw... he's comin' with us!
Red: WHAT!?!?
Slime: ''!!!!! [%%%%]
Lute: I told him... all about everything. He wantsh ta join on. Shays he'll be a big help.
Red: Look, I'm sorry Lute, but your drinking buddy stays!
Slime: !!!! '' '''' '' ''' $$$!$' !$!$ !#! 12 '''!!! !!!!
Red: Huh?
Lute: He shaysh, you'd best watch [HIC] your... shelf. He has a... a death sen-tence in... twelove regions!
Red: Is that so?
Slime: !#@%@!
Lute: No need for that kind of lan-gu-age!
Red: Look! A flock of turtles!
Everyone in the bar follows Red's pointing finger.
*FLASH*
*zt-zt-zt*
Lute: I don't... ssee..
Slime: *falls apart into 4 pieces*
Lute: Hey.... tha'ssa neat trick! How'd he do that?
Red: Undoubtedly the effects of underage drinking *hides RaySword* C'mon, let's go chat with the captain.
Lute: Cap'n... Cap'n Kirk?
Red: Yeah. Whomever. Him. Let's go!
Sariel V Humor, LTD. - Admit it, you always wanted to do it to that tag-along!
Copyright June 22, 2001
The Ramblin' Rover by Andy M. Stewart