Put this fic up like, a year ago.  But it got flamed: It was literally called a piece of shit.  That broke my heart since this was my first Bebop fic!  I took it down, and vowed never to write humor again!

Well, with the Bebop movie out, I decided to give this lil brainstorm another try. 

Just to explain the scene: I frequently have dreams where I am on the Bebop, and I either have dangerous dogfights against evil space whales (don't ask) or I have deep conversations with Spike about different aspects on life.  I found this particular conversation to be hilarious, and after cleaning it up a bit, I have posted it!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Everything in this fic is owned by the respectful owners of Cowboy Bebop. I only own the plot of this fic, ME, and the cigarettes. By the way Spike, you owe me a pack.

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"...Therefore explaining why I believe that whatever happens, happens," Spike explained and took another drag on his cigarette. "So, what's your attitude towards life?"

"There are no accidents in life," I said.

"Oh really? If I remember correctly, your parents said that you were an accident," Spike countered.

"No, I wasn't an accident. I was a consequence. Big difference."

"Whatever. Seriously, why do you think there are no accidents in life, Katryna?"

"I believe that everything is done with a purpose, and some times have a consequence. My parents went in with the intention of a one night stand, and I was the consequence. 'Accident' was a word made up to get people out of trouble. There are no accidents in life-"

"Spike! I need your help!" Jet yelled from the direction of the bathroom.

"What's up?" Spike yelled, unwilling to give up his spot on the couch.

"Ed flushed her foot down the toilet!" Jet yelled. Spike reluctantly stood up and turned to me.

"And what do you call that?" he asked me and began to walk away.

"An act of stupidity," I said simply.