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Old October 14th, 2002, 10:56 AM
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Default Re: Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong\'s Head Cantina - After Hours

After paying for some repairs to his battlemoon, (necessitated after the giant penguin experiments got a bit out of hand) Dogscoff has no money left to pay his 875 mineral bar tab.

Desperately, he goes out into the parking area where the recent Tigga/Gryphin cartoon-rules battle has taken place. Bits of munitions and weaponry, damaged steath devices and vehicles, piles of poo and dismembered celebrity & cartoon corpses litter the expanse, covering tarmac and spacecraft alike. A small army of auto-cleaner droids are beginning to tidy the place up.

Dosgscoff chases the droids away with his null space rifle, and begins collecting some of the detritus scattered around the place. After an hour's sweaty work, he has a wheelbarrow full of body parts and excrement. He wheels it into the catina and shovels the whole lot into the mini resource converter. The "Organics" light comes on and the machine duly discharges 873.1 minerals. Less than 2 minerals short!

He digs through his pockets: A bit of fluff, some old fuel receipts for the battlemoon, a couple of plasma grenades, a hip-flask half filled with Vaxin Absynthe, a dog-eared copy of "transmetropolitan", two jars of genetically modified shrimp-ninja assassins, 1.6 minerals in cash, a business card for a Cue-cappan massage parlour, his trusty antique samurai sword, some slinky lingerie designed for a woman with six breasts and a blood-stained beermat with a occult symbols and an offworld phone number scrawled on the back. Now that was a night out to remember, shame I don't remember more of it. Damned absynthe...

With the cash in his pocket he is now only 0.3 minerals short. He takes a moment to decide which would be worse; getting his head ripped off by 'Tigga and Taz for not paying his bill, or losing Pagan Sheila Sixtits' phone number. He steels himself, attempts to commit the 44-digit number to memory, then grudgingly drops the beermat into the resource converter. The blood stains and leftover radiation (Good job they irradiated the sacrifice first that night) yield 0.4 minerals.

Phew, made it, with change to spare. Dogscoff hands the cash over the bar and orders an expensive drink on his tab to celebrate. As a gesture of goodwill, he buys 'Tigga and Taz a drink, too.