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A/N: Oh no! It can't be! Bathroom duty!

SPIKE, Bebop, 15:14pm:

"Spike why don't you get up and do something? I mean you have been sitting on the couch watching Big Shots and Paid Programming all day... Don't you have any incentive?"

I looked up at him, giving him an evil eye that he only returned. I hate it when Jet talks to me that way, like I'm a child. Or no, even worse, like he's a football coach and I'm the scraggly little lanky pale kid who has no business playing the sport... Like he's my goddamn father...

"Incentive?" I asked, half listening to him and turning the channels to the holographic television/computer at the same time, my legs hanging over the arm of the couch and my body laying on it, my head resting on one of the flattened pillows...

"Yes! Incentive Spike! Initiative! Motivation! Impetus! Spur! Impulse... Forget you sitting on that couch all day... You've been laying on it all week..."

"Yea... So?" Flick Flick... Damn it... Still nothing is on... Flick Flick...

I leaned over to pick up my already lit cigarette and that's when Jet flipped...

He stood up from the metal bench type thing that he was sitting on and threw his hands to his side before raising them up to his face again and doing all of these strange hand movements that if I didn't know better I would have mistaken him for being gay (no offence).

I tilted my head up and looked at him, breaking my eyes away from the holographic screen for a moment as I raised the cigarette up to my mouth...

"That's it I've had it Spike..."

Puff Puff... I had to fight the urge to smile. I think its so funny seeing Jet upset at somebody, because his voice never sounds really mad... It's always so mellow... Any way back to the story...

"If you don't get off of your ass and do something helpful around here, I'm sorry but your out..."

I had to sit up at that one.

"What do you mean I'm out!?" I shouted back, my cigarette hanging off of my lip... "This is MY ship... That's mutiny Goddamn it!"

He put his balled up fists on his hips and sighed in that motherly way that I CANT STAND

"Well Spike... It's a group decision... The bounties having been coming in as often... You've been slacking off ever since that Andy guy showed up... And..."

As if right on cue Faye walked into the bridge, smiling smugly with her cold, cocky eyes on me, her hands on her hips and a dull yellow towel covering her body... I knew she was checking me out once again but I didn't say anything, as there were more important things to discuss at the moment... And what can I say? People always want what they can't have...

"And what he's trying to say Spike is that we don't need you anymore. And well, in fact we have never needed you. So if all your going to do is sit on the couch, smoking and eating the little bit of food that we have, then bye bye."

By the time that she was done saying that my cigarette was on the ground and my mouth halfway open, and Jet's mouth was to the ground, both of our eyes wide and staring at her.

It was like that for a minute before Jet finally cleared his throat and looked at me...

"Well, I didn't want to say it like that..." He shot an evil eye at Faye, who returned it with a cocky grin. "But Spike she's right... You haven't done anything for about a month. It's getting to be a burden..."

"Oh Jet just tell him!"

God I wish that woman would shut up, and I could tell jet was thinking the same thing.

"Tell me what?!"

"Ok... Ok Faye, I'll tell him... Spike..." He sighed... "You have bathroom duty."

I nearly fell off of the couch as he broke the news down to me, tears building up in my eyes as pictures of that horrid bathroom flash before his eyes... The Horror!

Obviously they noticed the look of distain written all over my face, it was Jet to speak first and break the lingering silence of my demise.

"Spike... Its not that bad..." He tried to reason, his voice sounding like he is talking a child into cleaning up their toys. It didn't help.

I heard Faye smirk and I looked up at her, only to see her back towards me as she started to walk up the stairs. She stopped on the last step and put her hands on her hip, smirking again.

"Oh yea, the bathroom supplies are waiting for you in the bathroom. Have fun."

She didn't even bother to look at me as she exited the Bridge, disappearing in the hallway, her laughter lingering though.

After a few minutes of silence and me glaring at her my eyes turned to glare at Jet instead who was still in the bridge with me. He was just standing there with a stupid look on his face... I recognized the face immediately as I have had that face before on occasion with Faye, and I had it almost all the time with... Julia.

He noticed that I was glaring at him and he cleared his throat, looking away from me and at the ground... I knew something was up...

"Spike, come on... Give me a break..." He muttered helplessly...

Yes... Just a I had suspected and dreaded... He had been pussywhipped...

A/NN thingy: Yuss, I'm back, sorry for the wait. But like I said, I write whenever the hell I feel like it so bah! I hope you enjoy, no actually I couldn't really care. Flame, Exclaim, do what you want but just review so I can know that you cared, or didn't care... whatever.

Oh yea. Thanks for everyone... ok, lol, the four people that actually had enough time in their lives to review.

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