ThotFullGuy, frakkintalos…well done! Between ThotFull’s inner Raider monologue or frakkintalos’ artfully tackling Ninja Wizards inquiring about Tacos…well done indeed!
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Ok. I’m up.Then a pirate walked in, arrrrr. you being served? Today our Specials…are Algae a-la-Spam,…Penne ala Ambrosia and Tapioca Goo A cowboy enters with a pipe And hotdog’s rash glowed bright orange.The bonus challenge now is to continue to not only create coherent narrative but to weave in story elements from other people’s entries. You guys have done this very well…I hope to live up to the standard you have set.
The cat paused and turned, staring intently at the space where the figure had appeared. Those words…they invoked something in him he could not control. Thoughts. Feelings. He felt a growl well up from his belly and for a moment and the corridor began to spin wildly. He knew his place, he knew his role. All this had happened before and all of this would happen again…so why did he feel unease? Maybe it was just the ventilation system…it appeared to be broken again. Instead of being silent it made a faint sound, like a child howling in the distance. He breathed deep, licked his paw to focus himself and proceeded to the Galactica mess hall. If nothing else, those words from the mysterious figure had left him with a ravenous appetite.
The cat sat down at a table with a tray piled high with cheese, milk, tacos and fillet of fish cheeseburgers. “It would seem my eyes are bigger than my stomach” the cat thought ruefully patting his kitty belly. The mess was devoid of anyone easing the strain of his guilt for being so over-indulgent.
“What? Hey! Are you being served?” the cat heard from behind him. Before he could turn around Tigh unceremoniously sat down next to him. “I’m talking to you Cat!” he said laughing, “what are the specials? Mice wraps? Bird pizza?”
“See here.” The cat began while spearing a piece of gouda on his claw, “I am simply trying to have a nice quiet meal here, do you mind?”
Tigh’s one eye blinked. “Did you just talk to me? What the frak was in that whiskey?”
The cat sighed. “Yes, yes you doddering fool. I can talk and I’m a cylon. You are a cylon. Everyone is a fraking cylon. My name is Fook, you are Tigh…Now can I eat?”
Tigh leaned back in his chair and stared at ceiling. “So…it is true…I didn’t want to believe it. All my life I’ve had this strange feeling that there’s something big and sinister going on in the world.”
Fook looked up from his taco, “No, that’s perfectly normal paranoia. Everyone in the universe gets that.”
Tigh pursed his lips somewhat, not quite believing him. “Don’t talk falsely… it is getting late”
From the doorway came a crash as Hot Dog stumbled in carrying a very drunk member of the deck gang. Upon seeing Tigh Hot Dog quickly slipped his recently retrieved action figure into his pocket.
“Sir,” Hot Tog stopped and blinked seeing whom Tigh was eating with. “I didn’t know you had a cat.”
“I don’t solider.” Tigh glanced at Fook who imperceptibly shook his head, “Erm…Romo asked if I could watch him for a bit while he worked out some final details from the whole Baltar trial.”
Hot Dog furrowed his brow. Nothing much surprised him anymore…but having the Colonel sitting here…hanging out with a cat…now that was unright unsettling.
“Hope you and your friend don’t mind some company. This fella here is in desperate need of some food to absorb some of the excess of the evening.”
“yeehaw…” was all the sunshine boy could utter before turning a shade of green. Hot Dog gently removed the pipe from his mouth.
“What sounds good buddy? Tapioca? Pesto Penne? Same old algae soup with mystery meat?”
“I dunno. Water.” he slurred slumping over onto the table. Hot Dog scanned what was available, but the pickings weren’t good. Picking up a glass that looked only slightly used he pressed tried to get water from the spigot…which provided nothing. He stepped down to the coffee spigot, again getting nothing. The last remaining spigot gave him a shudder…no one used that one. He looked back at the drunk crewman…frak…he needed something in his system. He pressed the glass underneath the last spigot.
What came out made him feel uneasy. It smelled all right, but it is more what it represented. This stuff was the last of the Cylon juice from New Caprica. No one wanted to drink the stuff…some did on a dare and reported it wasn’t all bad. Hot Dog wouldn’t touch the stuff normally, but the situation seemed to warrant exceptional steps be taken.
“Buddy…here you go” he said gently as he placed the glass in the hand of the sunshine boy. He pulled himself up slightly and stared at it woozily. “What is that?” Hot Dog was afraid of this moment. He looked over at the spigot and indicated it with his head…"It’s, well…it’s that.”
The sunshine boy convulsed. Grabbing his mouth and his stomach simultaneously he ran out of the room knocking over tables and chairs as he went. Hot Dog started after him when he noticed the drink had been spilled right on his crotch.
“Frak!” he yelled scrambling to grab some napkins.
“So what now?” Tigh asked Fook under his breath.
“Now? We are done here for now.” Fook picked up a napkin and dabbed it on his face.
“Wait! I have questions for you!” Tigh said imploringly.
Fook looked sideways at Tigh and simply smiled. “Tigh, you will be ok, I promise. This has all happened before and this will all happen again. Next time maybe you can keep your eye.”
The cat leapt down from the seat and walked through the door. He glanced back to see Hot Dog madly trying to clean the orange stain from his jumpsuit. Tigh simply sat there stunned, unable to speak.
“Hey Tigh” Fook called to him.
Tigh turned his head and focused on him, “Yeah?”
“So long and thanks for all the fish”