Post by Basil on Feb 23, 2017 22:47:26 GMT
[Weights EQUIP]
Pour.
Olive oil.
Kik kik kik! Crack! Splishhhh...
A raw egg.
Shikka shakka shikka shakka shikka.
Salt'n pepper.
Pop! Pooouurrrr Pop! Pop! Splish splash.
Vinegar. Ketchup (the fancy kind, catsup!) Hot sauce. Worcester sauce. Lemon juice, fresh from the stolen lemon.
Kik kik kik! Crack! Splishhhh...
A raw egg.
Shikka shakka shikka shakka shikka.
Salt'n pepper.
Pop! Pooouurrrr Pop! Pop! Splish splash.
Vinegar. Ketchup (the fancy kind, catsup!) Hot sauce. Worcester sauce. Lemon juice, fresh from the stolen lemon.
Basil was not looking forward to this trip. Holding Bill's inflated boxing glove of a hand, he clenched it tight as he tossed his head back. His eyes watered as the pungent mixture entered his mouth, causing him to gag and hack. Oh god, it's in his lungs now! In a panic he gulped the egg down quick and then hurriedly snatched up a clump of frozen grass and stuck it in his cheek like it was some kind of all-natural alternative to chewing tobacco. Sitting outside of his pod having just finished her morning polish, he'd mosey on over and give her a good slap on the behind. It was time to travel, and he was just making sure she was nice and woke up for the trip. He didn't plan on driving. He deflated Bill and stuck him behind the seat before blowing him back up again, getting him nice and tucked and cozy for the ride. Smacking his lips tiredly and to try and rid himself of that awful taste, he'd shuffle over to the frozen hillside and peer out toward the blinding sun that someone forgot to turn off. Unhooking his flask from his belt, he'd take a short swig of his grog before capping it again, swishing it around like mouthwash and flavoring his grass. He'd chew it up a little before hocking a little chunk out then fold his arms and cross his legs, attempting to gain some sort of recollection on his Earth stay's events. Heaving a sigh, he tried to pick up from the last thing he remembered.
He'd walked away from his pod when he arrived, but he couldn't remember if it had been day or night or what. The important detail was he had started walking until he found civilization in the city, and that's where things began to get a little bit blurry. He vaguely could recall the sound of broken glass when someone referred to his description of his grog as swill, and after that the drinks started rolling in. The bags under his eyes were evidence enough he'd been on a wild ride. Bar hopping from city to city, as soon as he'd been thrown out of one he'd wind up in another with yet another miscellaneous tooth glancing off his small knuckles while his free hand was occupied with a drink. He would tap a few buttons on his Scouter to pull up a news story; apparently he'd been in North City the other night, and they were still covering the details. Video footage scrolled across his Scouter of what had obviously been crashed vehicles, pot holes littered a few of the streets, and more than one bar on this particular strip had several windows blown out and were now shy of a door or two. His head began to ache, but it didn't stop him from laughing. The camera would pan over to Bill in all of his inflatable boxing glory hanging out in an alley, where Basil would quickly dart into view under his weighted cloak and snatch him up to run off to who-knows-where with a gang of drunken Earthlings following loyally behind him.
''Hehhhh. S'good to be back. Ain't dat right, Bill?''He'd walked away from his pod when he arrived, but he couldn't remember if it had been day or night or what. The important detail was he had started walking until he found civilization in the city, and that's where things began to get a little bit blurry. He vaguely could recall the sound of broken glass when someone referred to his description of his grog as swill, and after that the drinks started rolling in. The bags under his eyes were evidence enough he'd been on a wild ride. Bar hopping from city to city, as soon as he'd been thrown out of one he'd wind up in another with yet another miscellaneous tooth glancing off his small knuckles while his free hand was occupied with a drink. He would tap a few buttons on his Scouter to pull up a news story; apparently he'd been in North City the other night, and they were still covering the details. Video footage scrolled across his Scouter of what had obviously been crashed vehicles, pot holes littered a few of the streets, and more than one bar on this particular strip had several windows blown out and were now shy of a door or two. His head began to ache, but it didn't stop him from laughing. The camera would pan over to Bill in all of his inflatable boxing glory hanging out in an alley, where Basil would quickly dart into view under his weighted cloak and snatch him up to run off to who-knows-where with a gang of drunken Earthlings following loyally behind him.
''Anyhoo, I 'bout had it what wit da Earth and da people and da cold and da bad drinks and da mooks and da whatnots. Wonder how ol' wassis-name is doin? Doorgia and da other Bean and da cookin' lady. What wit' my mighty, victorious exploits, I fink it's time ta get dis show on da road. Noamsayin, Bill? 'Course ya do. Buckle up ol' buddy, we's goin' back 'ta Planet Bean!'' Moseying on over to his pod with a certain confident yet hungover swagger, he'd give the Pod another slap on the side before seating himself and shimmying his butt around til he got comfy. Namek was still saved in his travel history, so he set the ol' gal to auto-pilot. Dancing and flicking his fingers across the keyboard with one hand as he reached for his cheesy puffs with the other, the Pod door would fold shut and mag-seal before the construct began to lift off into the air. Gazing down at the Earth as it slowly got smaller the further up he went, he'd offer a casual one-finger salute. ''Planet fulla stinkin' goodie-goodie losahs! All'o ya's! Stupid Erf. Bean people's more fun 'ta beat up anyway. Awrite, here we go Billy! Hang on tight now.'' With the ending remark to yet another one-sided conversation, the Pod lifted off and began carrying the trouble-causing Makyan Basil into the vastness of the stars...
Destination Namek.
Destination Namek.