EPISODE CCXXXIII - LARRY THE LACTOSE INTOLERANT MILKMAN
A white hot, razor thin ray of light pierced the blackness of a remote piece of unexplored space. A single witness experienced the rare phenomenon, but found no wonder in its alien
beauty.
Pu' Chabba, notorious, smuggling bounty hunter sneered as he reached forward and entered the codes that would arm the weapons system of his Juggnukkler long ranged fighter, the Spastic Cheese.
He'd been waiting at these coordinates for several days, and was about to be rewarded for his patience, yet he still couldn't shake the meek whimpers of disquiet. He chalked his unease up to concern over
the sketchy information he'd received regarding his mission, but knew it wouldn't matter when the fireworks started.
He'd been paid, and well. And once you were paid, you did the job. Not even the shame of working for Sky Marshall Wincus and his
nose less minions could compete with the reality of cold, hard cash.
His gaze swept over the co-pilot's seat, which Mushi had so recently occupied, cooing and purring as the bounty hunter accomplished mission after mission.
Unable to control himself, Pu' Chabba thrust his hand below his pilot's chair, and pulled out the small, furry carcass of his once lively companion. Unable to look into those lifeless eyes, he gingerly set
the body in the other seat. A tear rolled down his cheek as he gripped the weapons controls and eyed the turbulent light storm ahead.
"One more time, Mushi", he growled darkly. "You and me."
