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Plinks Love
Written version by Sanoon

Chapter 2: Snax

The door to the break area opened up as a small, gloomy, dirty, red-eyed Irken walked into the room. The break room was more or less, a small bar. There were some tables for sitting and eating, as well as the bar itself for drinks and the like. The room was done with classic Irken colors, meaning the walls were a nice shade of purple, while the floors were violet. The wall opposite from the bar was lined with windows that curved with the wall, letting those inside see the world out, and vise-versa. A Vortian was currently sitting at one of the tables, starring off into the distance. Another Irken was already sitting at the bar. He was wobbling somewhat in his seat, indicating that he had had a few.

The small Irken walked solemnly towards a stool next to the bartender, a slightly taller Irken who was wiping filth off of the counter from the previous slob who had entered. The little Irken sat down in the seat the bartender was cleaning, which she quickly put away her rag and asked, "The usual today, Dr. P?"

"Yea, thanks Zeep," Plink replied unhappily as he cleaned himself up a little bit. The plasma converter he and Owen tested this morning was very dirty for some reason, and since it didn't work properly, he had to fix it. "You know me all too well."

"Well, what do you expect Dr. P," Zeep said as she grabbed a candy bar from one of her cabinets, "you've wanted the same thing every day for a month."

"Thanks," Plink said rather quietly as he took the candy bar that Zeep laid on the counter.

"Ok, there you go," Zeep said with a grin as a data screen came out of her PAK. "That will be 6.05 out of your account." She marked the purchase in her log before it retracted back into her PAK.

She smiled again at Plink, but he wasn't smiling. He had only opened his candy bar, but he hadn't even begun to eat it. He just seemed to stare at the counter in a somber mood. "Gee Plink, you sure look down in the dumps," Zeep stated, concerned in what was going on. "You're very quiet too. Is everything all right?"

Plink sighed. "I don't want to bum you out with my troubles. Besides, you wouldn't understand."

"Oh yea?" Zeep asked, looking somewhat smug. "Try me."

"Well…I have strong feelings for this girl I know, but I'm too scarred to tell her how I feel…"

"Aww, Plink, who's the lucky girl?" Zeep asked as she leaned her back against the bar.

"Eh…let's not get ahead of ourselves," Plink said quickly as he fumbled with his fingers, blushing somewhat. He cleared his throat before continuing. "Do you have any advice you could possibly give me?"

The TV above Zeep flashed on. Plink and Zeep glanced at the Vortian at the table, who now held the remote, as he shrugged, muttering, "What? Did I interrupt something?"

The word "POW" with a big flashing background popped onto the TV, which was replaced by a smug looking Irken with sunglasses.

"HEY YOU!" he shouted to the room. "Havin' trouble scorin' with the ladies?"

"YEA!" Plink answered quickly, and quite loudly.

"Are you a weak loser who can't even tell someone you love them?" the TV Irken said, lowering his sunglasses so his eyes were visible.

"That's kinda harsh," Plink said, feeling somewhat insulted.

A different Irken appeared on the screen. A much thinner and scrawnier Irken compared to the previous one. "I was just like you, then I got "Love for Dummies", the comprehensive guide to the ladies."

Plink glanced down from the TV, and saw the Zeep was looking off in another direction, her arms behind her back while she was whistling a random tune. Plink jumped off the chair and scowled at Zeep. "I'm surprised at you Zeep! I don't need a book for help." With that, Plink walked out the door, while Zeep just giggled to herself. She already knew what was going to happen.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ Four to five business days later /\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"I'll need your signature on the line here, sir," The Irk-Ex delivery man said as he pointed to the line for Plink to sign. The happy little Irken put down his box and signed the data pad. When the door closed, he quickly shredded the box and removed the book inside. "Love for Dummies"