Note: I do not own Cowboy Bebop or Pulp Fiction. They belong to their rightful owners and creators. This is just a fic I crossed between the two. Thank you and enjoy the fic. ^_^

Pulp (pulp) - a soft, moist, shapeless mass of matter

Bebop (be'bop)

1. Another form of rhythm and blues and jazzy genres.

2. One of the best anime series of all time.

A normal old fashion coffee shop in Venus. It is about 8:00 in the morning. While the place is jammed, there is a healthy number of people drinking coffee, munching on breakfast. Two of these people are Coffee and Shaft Brother. The young man has a slight working class accent and, like his fellow countrymen, smokes cigars like they are going out of style. It is impossible to tell where Coffee is from or how old she is: everything she does contradicts something she did. The two sit in a booth.

"No, forget it, it is too risky. I am through doing that shit." Shaft Brother said.

"You always say that, the same thing every damn time: never again, i am thorugh, too fucking dangerous." Coffee said.

"I know that is what I always say. I am always right too, but --"

"--but you forget about it in a day or two --" Coffee interrupted.

"-- yeah, well, the days of me forgetting are over, and the days of me remembering have just fucking begun." Shaft Brother said.

"When you go on like this, you know what you sound like?" she asked.

"I sound like a sensible fucking man, is what I sound like." he answered.

"You sound like a pimp who is retired from bounty hunting."

"Well take heart, because you are never gonna have to hear it again. Because since I am never gonna do it again, you are never gonna have to hear me sound like a retired fucking pimp about how i am never gonna do it again." Shaft Brother said.

"After tonight." Coffee said. The two laugh, their laughter putting a pause in there, back and forth.

"Correct. I got all tonight to act like one." Shaft Brother said as a waitress comes by with a pot of coffee.

"Can I get anybody anymore coffee?" she asked.

"Oh yes, thank you." The waitress pours her some more coffee. Shaft Brother lights up another cigar.

"I am doing fine." he said. The waitress leaves. Shaft Brother takes a drag off of his cigar. Coffee pours a ton of cream and sugar into her drink. Shaft Brother goes right back into it.

"I mean the way it is now, you are taking the same fucking risk as when you rob a federal building. You take more of a risk. Federal buildings are not supposed to stop you anyway, during a robbery. They are insured, why should they care? You do not even need a rifle in a federal building. I heard about this guy, walked into a federal building with a rope, handed the rope to the teller, the guy on the other end of the phone said: 'We got this guy's bitch, and if you do not give him all your woolong, we are gonna kill her.'" Shaft Brother continued.

"Did it work?" Coffee asked.

"Fucking A it worked, that is what I am talking about! Knucklehead bastard walks in a federal building with a rope, not pistol, not a shotgun, not a magnum, but a fucking rope, cleans the place out and they do not lift a fucking finger." Shaft Brother answered.

"Did they hurt this little bitch?" she asked.

"I do not know. There probably never was a little bitch in the first place -- the point of the story is not the little bitch. The point of the story is they robbed the federal building with a rope." Shaft Brother said.

"You wanna rob federal buildings?"

"I am not saying I wanna rob federal buildings, I am just illustrating that if we did, it would be easier than what we been doing." he said.

"So you do not want to be a federal thief?" she said.

"No, all those guys are going down the same road, either fucking dead or serving twenty or over."

"And no more liquor stores?" Coffee said.

"What have we been talking about? Yeah, no-more liquor stores. Besides, it is not the giggle it used to be. Too many fucking foreigners own liquor stores. Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese, they cannot fucking speak english. You tell them: "Empty out the register," and they do not know what it fucking means. They make it too personal. We keep on, one of those gook motherfuckers are gonna make us kill them." Shaft Brother said.

"I am not gonna kill anybody." Coffee said as Shaft Brother continued.

"I do not want to kill anybody either. But they will probably put us in a situation where it is us or them. And if not the gooks, it is these old fucking pimps who have owned the store for twenty fucking generations. You got Grandpa Antonio sitting behind the counter with a fucking magnum over his ass. Try walking into one of those stores with nothing but a rope, see how far it gets you. Fuck it, forget it, we are out of it." he said.

"Well, what else is there, night jobs?" Coffee said.

"Not this lifetime." Shaft Brother said while laughing.

"Well what then?" She asked as Shaft Brother calls to the waitress.

"Sista! Coffee!" he said and then looks to his girl.

"This place." Shaft Brother said as the waitress comes by, pouring him some more and splits.

"Here? It is a coffee shop, goddamn it!" Coffee said.

"What is wrong with that? People never rob restuarants, why not? Bars, liquor fucking stores, gas goddamn stations, you get your head blown off sticking up one of them. Restuarants, on the other hand, you catch with their pants down. They are not expecting to get robbed, or not as expecting." Shaft Brother said as Coffee takes to idea.

"I bet in places like this you could cut down on the hero factor."

"Correct. Just like federal buildings, these places are insured. The managers do not give a fuck. they are just trying to get you out the door before you start plugging diners. Waitresses, forget it, they are not taking a bullet for the register. Busboys, some dumbass getting paid a dollar fifty an hour gonna really give a fuck you are stealing from the owner. Customers are sitting there with food in their mouths, they do not know what the hell is going on. One minute they are having a beef with bell peppers, next minute somebody is sticking a magnum in their face." Shaft Brother said. Coffee visibly takes in the idea. Shaft Brother continues in a low voice.

"See, I got the idea last fucking liquor store we stuck up. Remember all those goddamn customers kept coming in?" "Yeah."

"There you got the idea to take everybodys wallet."

"Uh-huh."

"That was a good idea."

"Thank you."

"We made more from the wallets then we did the register."

"Yes we did."

"A lot of people go to restuarants."

"A lot of wallets.

"Pretty smart, huh?" Coffee scans the restuarant with this new information.

She sees all the patrons eating, lost in conversations. The tires waitress, taking orders. The busboys going through the motions, collecting dishes. The manager complaining to the cook about fucking up something. A smile breaks out on Coffee's face.

"Pretty smart. I am ready, let us go, right here, right now." she said.

"Remember, same as before, you are crowd control, I handle the employees." Shaft Brother said. They both take out their .45 caliber pistols and lay them on the table. He looks at her and she looks back at him, removing her shades.

"I love you, Shaft Brother."

"I love you, Coffee." And with that, Shaft Brother and Coffee grab their weapons, stand up and rob the restuarant. Shaft Brother's robbery personality is that of the in-control professional. Coffee's Personality is that of the pure psychopathic, hair-triggered, loose cannon.

"Everybody be fucking cool this is a robbery!" Shaft Brother yelled out to all.

"Any of you fucking pricks move and I will execute every motherfucking last one of you!" Coffee shouted out.