But I’m still thirsty!!!
But… but…
Duck’s Bar has been the nexus of our crisis and the origin of storms
Just the place to hopelessly encounter time and then came
[CLOSED BY UNIZONE GENERAL ORDER 66]
On the plus side, I don’t seem to have paid up my tab that I can recall…
Typical for my luck: the bank’s still open long past time the watering hole closes up.
Hey, I thought you were a clank; now you just seem to be one of those humans in the military? What gives?
Savaric: Hey Duck, how can you be closing? The sign says “Open 24 hours”!
Duck: Not in a row, bee-man. [spits in a glass. stares at it. puts it on a shelf] Now pay your @#$!ing tab.
[Lazlo gets a gander at the fine object perched atop the head of one Watford Gap and briefly flushes a mottled shade of viridian before regaining his composure.]
“Well worn, Gap! Now you’re taking the pith!”
[Was that right? The nuances of Galactic Common frequently elude poor Scuttle…]
Spiffy, eh? Figured it might help me keep Charybdis British. Says inside this used to belong to some chap called Gonville.
That said, whilst’s a nice helmet - I’ve been enjoying polishing it this afternoon - I’m concerned I might have done something rather rash - the Moral Flexibility could have done with having some work done on her, and here I am without a shekel to my name.
Ah well, no sense crying over spilt Benymede, at least I won’t die a hatless bastard.
Dontcha worry, Lazlo, that’s a right proper claws to use. It’s not like you said “taking the mackey,” which is right out.
[Lazlo, excited to delve into the nuances of language, screens through his copy of ‘Galactic Common and You! A Space Lobster Primer’, wrestling with the nuances of translation.]
“Hm. What about ‘taking the mackerel’, Mr. MacMichael? Would that be an acceptable phrasing here? And allow me a moment to express my approval for your taste in snacks. Mind if I join ya?”
[Lazlo produces another oversized cigar from somewhere and - once again - mangles it handily with his mouthparts.]
I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow morn and find out if I’m dead.
It really wasn’t as exciting or dramatic as I thought it would be
You obviously don’t have an automated system that reads these things and dresses you accordingly…
Which side of the International Date Line does Alaska lie on, again?