-(Irena) Welcome back Bullfinch! Was the mission to the trash heap station successful?
-(Bullfinch) yeah kind of, I fell out a bit with the Trash Pack, but got a semi-binding pact with the Junkions, however I got the 55-starship load of trash emptied there, now it will be a few months before it returns when Cray buys it second-hand again at Harry’s Junkyard…but god their coffee is as trash as the artificial planet, I am dying for a caffeine-drenched cup of brown poison!!!
-(Cray) I heard that Bully, I heard the pun, this is all of the thanks I get for what I build and repair… Hey Irena what do you think of the improvements I have made on your sonic-sewer speeder, just in case you need to fetch Marioanella in a giffy! Where is she by the way? She was suppose to repair the hydro-vent so I can use the sewer-stream polisher again??? I am also dying for a coffee…. BLuuuueBird fetch me a cup! Please!
-(Fish-Emperor) Hey you youthling spawn, Molly-anella is playing family game, with hel new flog boyfliend and that Police-pig-dloid they adopted down the sewel!
She found what she always wanted a lovel and a childling cleature! They happy family is! if anyone want coffee, me has made a blew out of fisssch-scales I found in Sewel-bottom-flool it is expelimental but me think it has got scent of fleshly decayed lotten fiissch!
-(Gray) oh, Fish-boy that stinks, I would never even be in the same room as that stinker brew you decomposed. Yes ask me how my mission went??? Please!!! Oh since you lot are all asking: yes I blew up the base, defeated the whole Rummy-Empires fleet and got two state-like colonial entities to join our cause… I if someone deserves a cup of glorious coffee! Has bluebird hid the espresso-machine for his own gratification yet again! I deserve a damned cup of brown and at least five medals…
-(Cray) Mom, you are so modest…
-(Irena) Well tiny shrimp, you might be a marvel with the wrench and welder, but when it comes to the balance needed for sophisticated space-battle your small inner-ear-tubes or whatever you hybrids has for balance is not mature enough to tell what is up and down, respect your ancient mum, she is the second best pilot in the galaxy!
-(Cray) But dear Bimbo, there is no up and down in space… how is your book coming on?
Remind me not to read it when it is published, I want to keep my young mind clean, I know it will be so full of smut that reading one of the Fishy-emperors naughty magazines lying about everywhere will feel like reading a diary of a saint!!! oh I have a name for your book Pinky-toe: 23.000 unimaginable perversions by a nymphomaniac that you never wanted to read!!!
-(Gray) …eh Irena did you just call me ancient??? Eh yeah you’re right I am, but so are you… but hey guys stop the bickering… Cray respect Pinky, she is way older than you… I have a strange feeling something is missing here on base… what is it??? Oh now I know: The coffee, where has B.B. Hidden that espresso-brewer???
