EPISODE CLXXXVIII - SUNDAYS IN THE SEWER WITH UNCLE STINKY
A brilliant flash sliced through the sudden darkness as a searing beam of energy erupted from Liz's splazer. Finding no resistance, it sped through the blackness impacting brilliantly
against a wall on the opposite end of the NCO Club.
Broski pinpointed the location of the muzzle flash and struck out with his foot as he ducked away from his previous position, landing a heavy booted blow on Liz's wrist, and sending the weapon skittering across
the darkened floor. He spun to the right, expecting a counter attack, and felt air shift before him as a fist swept past his face. Pivoting on his left foot, he swung his body around, whipping the other
leg around, and delivered a solid kick to his opponent's midsection.
The air escaped from Liz's lungs as she lost her footing on the wet tile, and went down with a wet thud. Broski was on her before she could lift her soggy head from the floor, the blade of his knife digging
threatening at her throat.
"Wrong move, bitch", he breathed angrily. "Now, it's happy time."
Jeffy pulled his fingers out of his ears as Broski issued the threat. "Hey, wait a minute", the engineering officer stammered excitedly, "you can't do that!"
"Do what?!?"
"You know", Jeffy replied uncomfortably, "forcefully...well, you know, 'happy time'."
"Happy time ain't got nothing to do with that", the corporal informed him, somewhat offended by his accusation.
"Whew", Jeffy exclaimed, "that's a relief."
"Nah", Broski continued, "happy time's more like stabbing somebody in the forehead, or stomping the life out of someone with your boots...", His voice took on a distant, dreamlike quality.
"...or lighting your neighbor's dog on fire."
