Disclaimer: Hey, my name begins with a T and I don't own Cowboy Bebop!
(Narrator:) Jet sat on the couch while looking at Spike closely, as if he was trying to peer inside of his soul through his eyes…eye…no eyes…eye and glass eye.
Jet (after two awkward moments of staring at him) asked, "Have you had something really painful happen to you in the past that was so bad and then several years later it comes back again to bite you in the ass?"
Spike stared at the older man and sighed, "Yeah...it's called a dog and what's with the randomness."
Jet just shook his head and said, "No you idiot, I'm warning you because there is going to be a little boy. And then Zebra… also, you're probably gonna die too…and…"
Spike interrupted abruptly, "Look, Ms. Cleo, I don't care what dangers lie ahead of me and I sure as hell don't care about a little boy with a zebra. Besides, who could want a guy like me dead?"
"Only most of The Red Dragon gang, the little boy and Faye wants to kill you cause she said you broke her hair-dryer." Jet reminded.
"What… are you serious!" Spike exclaimed.
"Be careful…Red Dragon is nothing to fool around with." Jet warned.
"I NEVER touched her hair-dryer!" Spike yelled.
"…Can you forget the freaking hair-dryer please?" Jet asked.
"I gotta go." Spike said while grabbing his coat.
"Going to get that Giraffe guy?" Jet questioned.
Spike rambled on, "Huh, oh yeah…I'll do that after I find that bitch. Accusing ME of all people. I mean…does it look like I use a hair-dryer…"
With that word Spike was off to give Faye a piece of his mind…oh and get that Giraffe guy too.
Spike arrived at the Blues House surprised to find that there was a large and round man singing Karaoke to Britney Spears's Toxic.
(Toxic…sort of): With da taste of your lips Imma on a ride.
Yur Toxic Imma slippin' undurrrrrrrrr.
A random guy yelled, "Get off the stage fat ass!"
Another guy exclaimed, "We want to hear some real blues!"
The heavy-set man made his way off the stage and almost completely fell down. But Spike caught him, and helped him up. "Whoa, you okay there big guy?" Spike asked.
"No, I hicthink Imma as drunk hicas a hobo." The man replied.
"No kiddin'…look I need a favor from you?" Spike stated.
"I don't hicdo blowjobs." The man said.
"Whatever, I need you to point me in the direction of a man named Giraffe." Spike responded.
"Sure he's just right over dur!" The man guided.
"Could cha say that any louder?" Spike said sarcastically.
The man spoke in a very loud voice. Loud enough so that the whole Blues House heard him, including Giraffe. "Oh, sure HE'S JUST RIGHT OVER THERE! hicYUP, GIRAFFE IS OVER THERE! Look, he's looking our hicway now. Oh dude hiche's running away!"
"Thanks loud ass…and I didn't break the hair-dryer." Spike said.
"Your welcome. By the way, the name's hicFatty River and I liked blues since I was in my dad's sac!"
Spike dashed off into his ship to chase after Giraffe when a heavy object fell on the front of the ship. BLUMP. "Oh shit!" Spike exclaimed. He suddenly realized that the thing that fell on his ship was indeed Giraffe. "Giraffe, who did this to you?"
Giraffe tried to answer between heavy panting, "I…Zebra…the stone…hair-dryer…." Giraffe handed him a pink stone.
"Ooo, it's all shiny!" Spike stated.
"…B-Beware…" Giraffe warned.
"Of what?" Spike asked.
Giraffe lightly laughed as if this were something he thought Spike would already know. Judging how it was already mentioned to him before. The man sighed an stated with his last gasp of breath, "Of the little kid…"
Author's Note: I really should have updated this much sooner. My apologies to anyone who cares. The next chapter should be coming soon (hopefully). If you liked (and are not to lazy) to review, please do so. Stay tune for the little boy (not), Vicious, mmm Gren, and hair-driers! Okay, no hair-driers.