dumbluck pulls into the quiet parking lot. No-one seems to be around, the lot is empty, and a very large, very carnivorous looking dinosaur is off in a corner, dozing inside it's dinosaurhouse.
Shaking his head, but unable to resist his curiosity, dumbluck parks as close to the door as possible (just in case a quick getaway is required). Opening the cockpit door of his 15 engine Light Cruiser (QNP, of coarse), he glances at the dinosaur; it doesn't stir. Anxiously dumbluck creeps forward and puts his ear to the front door. Only silence is to be heard.
Never, ever, ever since it's construction had dumbluck seen the Phong's head this quiet, this... deserted. dumbluck couldn't stand it. He wondered where all these crazy people had gone off to, or at least why they had left. He knew better than to hope that they had left for good. Besides, he wasn't going to get a better opportunity than this to go inside and get a quick look around, maybe see why the place is so popular. With one Last anxious glance over his shoulder at the dinosaur (is that a purple valet's vest it's wearing
), he opened the door and quickly slipped quietly inside.
Or tried to. As soon as the door opened, the Graviton Hellbore just inside the doorway began to noisily power up. But it was too late, dumbluck was already inside. A small box connected to the GHB began to chirp and beep loudly as scanning lasers swept over his body. Instinct took over, and dumbluck tried to back out of the door. But the door had already shut behind him, and as he pressed his back against it, he stared down the muzzle of the large weapon. After a few seconds, the scanning lasers disappeared, and the GHB began to power back down.
In hindsight, dumbluck should have just turned around and left right then. But his curiosity could not be denied, and so he steeled his nerves and walked out of the antechamber into the bar itself. Immediately, about 20 large, fuzzy bunnies bounced over, rubbing the sleep from their eyes as they stumbled over each other in their eagerness. Before he knew what was happening, they had whisked him off his feet and carried him over to the bar. They plop a drink down in front of him as he is forced onto a barstool.
"What's this," asks dumbluck, not really expecting an answer. He seems to be the only person here, unless you count the escaped rabbit circus.
To his amazement, the bunnies reply in unison, "It's tea. Some of our regulars like it. Where's your mug?"
dumbluck stares at them in disbelief. Talking rabbits? What in the world???
Absently he reaches for the offered drink as he tries to wrap his mind around these sentient rodents communicating and serving drinks. He sputters as the liquid fire burns it's way down his gullet. "What kind of tea is this?!" he exclaims, noting the acid burns on the bar where the liquid spilled from his cup as he threw it down.
"Why, it's Rhode Island Iced Tea, of coarse. What other tea would be served in a bar," replied the largest rabbit of the bunch. "How about some music," it continued, and promptly one of the other bunnies bounded off to the jukebox.
As the music (if it could be called that) flared from the speakers, tiny little rabbits jumped up on the bar in front of him and started to do the can-can. dumbluck couldn't take any more of it, and ran screaming from the bar. The T-Rex outside looked up in confusion as the little man continued to run out of the parking lot and out onto the highway. "He didn't even take his Cruiser," it thought aloud. Then it layed back down to continue it's nap.
[ August 24, 2002, 10:42: Message edited by: dumbluck ]