A/N: I wasn't really planning on continuing this fic but since more people
want it (five to be exact) so I wrote another chapter. Also, I took up a
suggestion from a reviewer to add Gren and furthermore I would like to
repeat that this fic wasn't created to bash real Southerners just the
stereotypes created by others. What do I have to do to get that point
across? Get Vicious and Spike wearing Sugar Plum Faerie outfits to say it
while doing the can-can? /Light bulb/
Vicious and Spike enter a stage area dressed in pink and puffy Sugar Plum Faerie outfits pretty pissed off. They commence to do the can-can.
Vicious: This fic WASN'T created to offend real Southerners.
Spike: It was created for fun and out of boredom, and to make fun of the stereotypes of Southerners that were created by others.
Vicious and Spike: So enjoy the fic. . Now may we leave?
Seigi: Yes, now that's cleared up.
Vicious and Spike stomp off muttering swears underneath their breaths.
Ed: On with the fic! And Seigi doesn't own Cowboy Bebop. ///////
Jet Bob, Miz Faye Jean, Ed, and Ein entered the local bar surprisingly called The Local Bar. All sat on the rickety old barstools and waited for the guy behind the counter to take their orders. He quickly finished his business and trotted over to serve the new customers.
" Whuz a purdy lady like ya doin' in a bar like this?" Jet Bob asked trying to put on the moves with the bartender.
"Uh.What would you fine people like to have?" the bartender asked a bit confused by Jet Bob.
" Say, ya'll ain't from rund here," Jet Bob stated after hearing the bartender's strange accent.
" An' ya ain't woman neither," Miz Faye Jean added noticing the manly voice.
" Whaaaa?!" Jet Bob yelled as he fell back in surprise.
"Yeah.My name is Gren and I'm from Vermont," Gren said to clarify a bit.
"But ya'll look woman why i'd that?" Ed asked noticing Gren's curvy features.
" It's like I said before. I'm from Vermont and we do the things that make New Hampshire nervous." Gren said matter-of-factly. (In this fic, I am just insulting everybody, but it's just in fun. No offense intended.)
" Ohhhhh," all three said in unison.
The four talked and drank together for a while so now we'll go back to Vicious and Spike.
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Vicious walked over to Spike's unmoving body.
" Yahooooo! Hot doggy! Tha' critter up and dieded," Vicious screamed out in celebration.
Suddenly Spike began to twitch like a bug that's been squished.
" I's not did yet!" Spike yelled out then pulled himself up.
" Oh. So, see ya net Twosdey?" Vicious asked.
" Yep. Sam tim, aulso," Spike added limping to The Local Bar.
When Spike entered he saw Jet Bob and Miz Faye Jean up on stage singing "I've Got You Babe" by Sonny and Cher (I don't own the song.), but it sounded more like "I's Git Ya *hic* Baby" (not a real song just the drunken hick version).
" Theys sid are luv won't make us bent fer somethin' somethin' spentttt!" Miz Faye Jean sang out grasping on the microphone to maintain her balance.
" Wal! I's dun know if awl dat blue 'cause ya git me and baby I've git a shoooe!" Jet Bob slurred out in a tune.
" Baby! I's Git Ya *hic* Baby! I's Git Ya *hic* Baby!" both sang out then passed out.
"Yay! Yay!" Ed screamed out while shaking her orange juice around (they have orange juice in bars and Ed wouldn't drink).
" Um. Ikay," Spike said with an emotion somewhere between confusion and embarrassment plastered on his face.
" Spike dun finished his duwel wi' Vicious fer today," Ed said spinning about on the barstool.
" Yep. Na we's gunna find Big Bubba. And -" Spike said then stopped when he noticed two masculine yet feminine hands massaging in places they shouldn't.
Spike turned around and saw Gren.
" Hi handsome," Gren said with a wink.
" Uhh.Puhlez remove yer hands," Spike said.
" Okay, but I know where Big Bubba is," Gren stated.
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All three entered the Whine and Dine truck stop and scanned the area. There he was Big Bubba. Spike adjusted his overalls and headed over to Big Bubba who was eating grits.
" Ya'll er under arrest," Spike said with shotgun in hand.
Will Big Bubba go quietly? Find out in Chapter Three.
Vicious and Spike enter a stage area dressed in pink and puffy Sugar Plum Faerie outfits pretty pissed off. They commence to do the can-can.
Vicious: This fic WASN'T created to offend real Southerners.
Spike: It was created for fun and out of boredom, and to make fun of the stereotypes of Southerners that were created by others.
Vicious and Spike: So enjoy the fic. . Now may we leave?
Seigi: Yes, now that's cleared up.
Vicious and Spike stomp off muttering swears underneath their breaths.
Ed: On with the fic! And Seigi doesn't own Cowboy Bebop. ///////
Jet Bob, Miz Faye Jean, Ed, and Ein entered the local bar surprisingly called The Local Bar. All sat on the rickety old barstools and waited for the guy behind the counter to take their orders. He quickly finished his business and trotted over to serve the new customers.
" Whuz a purdy lady like ya doin' in a bar like this?" Jet Bob asked trying to put on the moves with the bartender.
"Uh.What would you fine people like to have?" the bartender asked a bit confused by Jet Bob.
" Say, ya'll ain't from rund here," Jet Bob stated after hearing the bartender's strange accent.
" An' ya ain't woman neither," Miz Faye Jean added noticing the manly voice.
" Whaaaa?!" Jet Bob yelled as he fell back in surprise.
"Yeah.My name is Gren and I'm from Vermont," Gren said to clarify a bit.
"But ya'll look woman why i'd that?" Ed asked noticing Gren's curvy features.
" It's like I said before. I'm from Vermont and we do the things that make New Hampshire nervous." Gren said matter-of-factly. (In this fic, I am just insulting everybody, but it's just in fun. No offense intended.)
" Ohhhhh," all three said in unison.
The four talked and drank together for a while so now we'll go back to Vicious and Spike.
///////////
Vicious walked over to Spike's unmoving body.
" Yahooooo! Hot doggy! Tha' critter up and dieded," Vicious screamed out in celebration.
Suddenly Spike began to twitch like a bug that's been squished.
" I's not did yet!" Spike yelled out then pulled himself up.
" Oh. So, see ya net Twosdey?" Vicious asked.
" Yep. Sam tim, aulso," Spike added limping to The Local Bar.
When Spike entered he saw Jet Bob and Miz Faye Jean up on stage singing "I've Got You Babe" by Sonny and Cher (I don't own the song.), but it sounded more like "I's Git Ya *hic* Baby" (not a real song just the drunken hick version).
" Theys sid are luv won't make us bent fer somethin' somethin' spentttt!" Miz Faye Jean sang out grasping on the microphone to maintain her balance.
" Wal! I's dun know if awl dat blue 'cause ya git me and baby I've git a shoooe!" Jet Bob slurred out in a tune.
" Baby! I's Git Ya *hic* Baby! I's Git Ya *hic* Baby!" both sang out then passed out.
"Yay! Yay!" Ed screamed out while shaking her orange juice around (they have orange juice in bars and Ed wouldn't drink).
" Um. Ikay," Spike said with an emotion somewhere between confusion and embarrassment plastered on his face.
" Spike dun finished his duwel wi' Vicious fer today," Ed said spinning about on the barstool.
" Yep. Na we's gunna find Big Bubba. And -" Spike said then stopped when he noticed two masculine yet feminine hands massaging in places they shouldn't.
Spike turned around and saw Gren.
" Hi handsome," Gren said with a wink.
" Uhh.Puhlez remove yer hands," Spike said.
" Okay, but I know where Big Bubba is," Gren stated.
//////
All three entered the Whine and Dine truck stop and scanned the area. There he was Big Bubba. Spike adjusted his overalls and headed over to Big Bubba who was eating grits.
" Ya'll er under arrest," Spike said with shotgun in hand.
Will Big Bubba go quietly? Find out in Chapter Three.