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Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop....but I do own a drumset....MUAHAHA! Owww, my fingers hurt, I just played the guitar.
Oooh, btw: If anything seems kind of annoying or repetitive, it's supposed to be like that.
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"What we know," Jet began in the dark hours after the failed attempt to get their death-sticks. "is that Ed has destroyed our cigarettes, spent our last Woolong, incapacitated our ship, disabled our zip crafts, and we just learned that she has hidden and/or terminated our weapons. Without our technology, we have nothing."
"Except for a lousy pair of handcuffs," Spike said, interrupting the dramatic close of Jet's monolouge.
"Well, we actually have five," Faye said with a smirk. Jet and Spike looked at her with gratitude laced with surprise and horror. "What!?" Faye said loudly. "I got them from a magician at a casino!"
"Whatever you say, Faye," Spike said, grinning. Jet just stared at her with a mixed expression of disgust, fright, and the kind of look your parents give you when you say you're getting your eyebrow pierced.
"What are Edward's friends doing?" Ed thought to herself as she crawled through the air duct system, the people in the room below her completely unaware of her presence.
"Now we're going to have to cool off for a few days so Ed won't know what's going on," Jet said, picking up from where he was interrupted. "We need to have you two—" He gestured to Spike and Faye. "—bicker, fight, argue, whatever you need to do to convince Edward that we're not going to ambush her."
After hearing this, Edward realized what they were doing. They were planning another attack for their Death Sticks! Knowing that she wouldn't need anymore information at this moment, Ed slithered out of the vent and landed right in front of Tomato.
Day Three
Edward has discovered the Beboppers have begun to form a plan to overthrow Ed's plan to get them to quit smoking the bad stuff. What Edward knows is that they have five pairs of handcuffs and Spike and Faye are going to act normal to try to convince Edward that nothing is wrong. Edward has the advantage however, because Ed has their "technology" and pioccos.
It had an uncanny resemblance to Jet's speech.
"Jet, we only have one problem," Faye said after Jet explained their plan (which we will find out in a tad).
"What Faye? Is that too much for your shirt to handle? Will your nungas pop out like we've all been dreading?" Spike said in a condescending tone of voice.
"Nungas?" Jet pondered.
"Shut the hell up, lunkhead!" Faye yelled, and before she could express her concerns, there was a huge BOOM coming from somewhere in their ship.
"What the hell was that?" Jet shouted as everyone in he room fell down, a bigger explosion rocking their ship, the lights going off.
A red glow barely lit up the room moments later, revealing to Spike a huge breakthrough in his life as he realized he would never think of Faye the same again.
"Stop staring you lunkhead!" Faye yelled as she adjusted, er, pulled down her shirt, with a really red face, and not just because of the emergency lighting. Jet ran out of the room unaware of what had happened, off to find out what had just occurred.
Spike just sat on the floor and stared at Faye's chest. She blushed again and sat on the bed. "We'd better lock the door," she muttered. "We don't know what happened and for all we know, some pirates could be boarding the ship right now with us completely defenseless."
"Uh, yeah," Spike said as he got up and tried to work the doorknob without his eyes leaving Faye's shirt.....thing. (Which, btw, happened to change back to its normal color, along with Spike's suit.) He sat down on a chair, his arms leaning against the back casually as he charmingly remarked, "How much a year do you save on bras?"
Remember, girls: If your boobs pop out in class, PE, the store, work, or around and smooth jazzy comrade who happens to be very sexy and attractive to you, you're either going to be embarrassed (school and work), hoping no one noticed (the store), or extremely pissed (need I say the occasions.)
Apparently, Faye doesn't fall under the normal reaction category. She jumped off the bed, walking over to Spike and bent over, looking him in the eyes. They just stared at each other, the time seeming like eternity when the realized they were within milliseconds of brushing lips...
"Where're Spike and Faye?" Jet asked to no one in particular as he mopped up the charred cottage cheese mess Ed had left on the floor, the apparent cause of the earlier explosions. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, one so terrible that he was almost afraid to go prevent it from coming to life.
{KoRn's Got the Life plays.}
Jet dropped the mop in a bucket of dirty water as he dashed along the corridors as fast as he could, jumping over chairs, computers, sleeping children, dogs, and numerous other objects as he finally slowed and walked cautiously up to a closed door, a sliver of light appearing under its frame. He cautiously put his ear up to it, and hearing no sound, pushed it open and jumped inside.
He breathed a sigh of relief, his bonsai safe from harm.
Edward got up and made her way into the air ducts once more, remembering that she had left one of her pioccos by the room where the "Beboppers" were conspiring against her. She lazily crawled and somehow managed to tumble in the compact space, coming up to her destination. She retrieved the food...thing and was just about to tumble off when she saw something through the vent.
Spike-person and Faye-Faye were kissing! For a moment, Ed was shocked. But then she remembered the plan Jet was talking about and decided that they must've planned this diversion. Spike and Fay wouldn't really kiss each other.....right?
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