Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop. But you don't either! HA!
Spike and Faye had arrived at the Bebop and found Jet wasn't there. So they decided to look for him. Walking through the streets Spike and Faye saw a man that looked kind of like Jet. So the walked over to him, asked him his name and he said "Namess Rockwell." "Ok, never mind. We thought you were our fr- AHHH! It's an alien!" yelled Spike. "I'm not an alien!" shouted Rockwell. "I'm a bangaa!" "A bang-what?" Spike inquired. "A bangaa." replied Rockwell. "What the hell is that?" sigh "A bangaa is a race from certain Final Fantasy games such as; Final Fantasy Tactics Advance. I get that all the time" "Oh" said Spike. "Ok, whatever. I gotta go now" "Ssee 'ya" (As you may have guessed, this has nothing to do with the story. Or does it?...muhahahaha)
Jet had just climbed out of the abyss and was back on the desert road. It had gotten dark. Up ahead in the distance he saw a shimmering light. His head grew heavy and his sight grew dim. He had to stop for the night. He found a motel. It was the Motel California. (This portion will only be funny to some viewers.) Some dude was standing in the door. He began burning a medieval torch and led Jet to his room. Jet heard some strange voices down the hall as he was walking to his room. He though he heard them state, "Welcome to the Motel California, such an ugly place, such an ugly place... such an ugly face. Prepare a room at the Motel California. Any time of 364 1/4 days, any time of 364 1/4 day... you can locate this facility here. The dude's mind is definitely swirly. He's got the Chevy Corvette. He's got a lotta pretty pretty boys, he calls friends. They made Jet dance in the backyard. It was hot so it made him sweat. Some dance to remember, he danced because they made him. So he called up room service. "Please bring me some beer!" he said, "We haven't had that alcoholic beverage here since 1364." And still those strange voices were calling from somewhere. Wake you up in the middle of the day, just to here them say, "Welcome to the Motel California, such an ugly place, such an ugly place... such an ugly face. We're livin' it up at the Motel California, what a nice surprise, what a nice surprise... when you lubalie. Mirrors on the floor. Medium diet coke on ice. And the dude said we are all just prisoners here, of a strange device. And in the master's chambers, were gathered for a small meal. They stab it with their plastic forks, but they just cant kill the beast. The last thing he remembered, he was running for the exit. He had to find the route back to the place he was before. "Lighten up" said the doorman. The device programmed us to receive. "You can leave anytime you like, but you can never check out! (Guitar solo) (That also has nothing to do with the story. Or does it?...muhahahaha)
Ed was walking down the street and all of the sudden a guitar flew at her at a high speed. BAM! "........!!!" The guitar had hit her right in the vocal cords. She began trying to yell various phrases. None of which are what you may think I mean. With the neck of the guitar impaled through her neck, Ed ran to the hospital very slowly.
Spike and Faye gave up and went back to the Bebop. Upon arrival they heard a special news report about an insane guitar-slinging maniac. But that had nothing to do with them right? Faye then ran to the bathroom and threw up because of all the food she had eaten. Spike took out his fancy flamethrower cigarette lighter and lit a cig. And half of his face. And then proceeded to go to sleep on the couch, with the cigarette still in use.
THE END ï
Spike and Faye had arrived at the Bebop and found Jet wasn't there. So they decided to look for him. Walking through the streets Spike and Faye saw a man that looked kind of like Jet. So the walked over to him, asked him his name and he said "Namess Rockwell." "Ok, never mind. We thought you were our fr- AHHH! It's an alien!" yelled Spike. "I'm not an alien!" shouted Rockwell. "I'm a bangaa!" "A bang-what?" Spike inquired. "A bangaa." replied Rockwell. "What the hell is that?" sigh "A bangaa is a race from certain Final Fantasy games such as; Final Fantasy Tactics Advance. I get that all the time" "Oh" said Spike. "Ok, whatever. I gotta go now" "Ssee 'ya" (As you may have guessed, this has nothing to do with the story. Or does it?...muhahahaha)
Jet had just climbed out of the abyss and was back on the desert road. It had gotten dark. Up ahead in the distance he saw a shimmering light. His head grew heavy and his sight grew dim. He had to stop for the night. He found a motel. It was the Motel California. (This portion will only be funny to some viewers.) Some dude was standing in the door. He began burning a medieval torch and led Jet to his room. Jet heard some strange voices down the hall as he was walking to his room. He though he heard them state, "Welcome to the Motel California, such an ugly place, such an ugly place... such an ugly face. Prepare a room at the Motel California. Any time of 364 1/4 days, any time of 364 1/4 day... you can locate this facility here. The dude's mind is definitely swirly. He's got the Chevy Corvette. He's got a lotta pretty pretty boys, he calls friends. They made Jet dance in the backyard. It was hot so it made him sweat. Some dance to remember, he danced because they made him. So he called up room service. "Please bring me some beer!" he said, "We haven't had that alcoholic beverage here since 1364." And still those strange voices were calling from somewhere. Wake you up in the middle of the day, just to here them say, "Welcome to the Motel California, such an ugly place, such an ugly place... such an ugly face. We're livin' it up at the Motel California, what a nice surprise, what a nice surprise... when you lubalie. Mirrors on the floor. Medium diet coke on ice. And the dude said we are all just prisoners here, of a strange device. And in the master's chambers, were gathered for a small meal. They stab it with their plastic forks, but they just cant kill the beast. The last thing he remembered, he was running for the exit. He had to find the route back to the place he was before. "Lighten up" said the doorman. The device programmed us to receive. "You can leave anytime you like, but you can never check out! (Guitar solo) (That also has nothing to do with the story. Or does it?...muhahahaha)
Ed was walking down the street and all of the sudden a guitar flew at her at a high speed. BAM! "........!!!" The guitar had hit her right in the vocal cords. She began trying to yell various phrases. None of which are what you may think I mean. With the neck of the guitar impaled through her neck, Ed ran to the hospital very slowly.
Spike and Faye gave up and went back to the Bebop. Upon arrival they heard a special news report about an insane guitar-slinging maniac. But that had nothing to do with them right? Faye then ran to the bathroom and threw up because of all the food she had eaten. Spike took out his fancy flamethrower cigarette lighter and lit a cig. And half of his face. And then proceeded to go to sleep on the couch, with the cigarette still in use.
THE END ï