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An Ash-oken Farewell, or Vengeance is Best Servo-ed Cold
[[ooc: The events contained occur at approxamitely 11 pm FST. I post this now as it is written, done, and I might forget. No IC course is possible, but feel free to give your OOC goodbyes to Ash and Servo.]]
Ash wanders his way past Movie Sign Theater, whistling a jaunty tune when he hears the voices.
“Get off me, you ruffians! You can take my underpants, but you can never take… MY FREEDOM!”
“Frank, would you just press the button and shut him up already?”
“Right away, Doctor F. Just gimme a second to… ahhh, there we go. You know, these ninja costumes would be better if they didn’t keep riding up on you.”
“Would you just shut me off if you’re going to talk about ninja wedgies? I have delicate ears, and that sort of imagery makes my dome swivel.”
“Right, the button, the button. There. All shut down and ready for transport, your evilness.”
“These boobs thought they could outwit me, huh? Next time they steal my checkbook they better not leave a forwarding address!”
At this point, Ash peers into the alleyway and sees the two men with a large brown sack which, from the bulges in the fabric, looks to be holding a deformed gumball machine. Both are dressed in black, in unfortunately form-fitting outfits that do appear to be somewhat ninja-like. Neither wields silverware of any sort.
The chunky one turns, a little white curl of hair bouncing against his forehead.
“Doctor F? We, umm, there’s a man. With a thing, and the, oh he doesn’t look happy.”
“Frank, if you’re…” the other man turns, a large moustache and green rimmed glasses being the details that Ash is able to pick out quickly.
“You boys tryin’ to kidnap something?” Ash raises an eyebrow and strokes his chin. “Cause I’m afraid I can’t let that happen. You see, I got something against really bad ninja kidnappings. They make me all squicky inside.”
“Is that right, Mr. Chin? Well, I’m afraid you won’t be able to catch us… NINJA VANISH!” the man in glasses throws a small bag against the ground, which promptly splatters flour across the asphalt of the alleyway. “Frank, you ninny! They’re supposed to puff out and give us a cover to run away!”
“Geeze, sorry Doctor F, but I’d never even....” It is at this point where they realize that Ash is bent over laughing.
“Quick, the hammer!”
And with that, TV’s Frank bonks Ash on the noggin, and after some other fiddly exposition, they shot him into space.
-----
Ash awakens to stare a movie screen right in the face.
“What in the… where am I?”
“Oh good, you’re awake just in time for the movie. Hope you like movies ‘cause we’re gonna be watching more than a few of them. A lot of them, in fact.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, gumball head.” Ash replies, rubbing his eyes.
“Oh, I’m Tom Servo, your name is Ash, as I can tell from the label on the jumpsuit, and you’ll notice beyond me is Dal. Say hi to Ash, Dal.”
“DA-LEKS DO NOT SAY HI!”
“Right, right. So, basically, we’re up here on the S-O-L, watching bad movies until the end of time. But the food is decent, so you can’t complain to much, right?”
“DA-LEKS DO NOT COM-PLAIN!”
“SOL, huh?” Ash strokes his chin. It seemed appropriate. His whole life so far had totally been SOL. And not in the Satellite of Love sense. “So, Servo… what’re we watching today, buddy?”
“Escape from L.A. Snake Plissken at his worst, ha!”
“Yeah, but that evil plastic surgeon guy is kind of handsome, don’t you think?”
“A total looker. He makes my wee little heart go a-flutter.”
“DA-LEKS DO NOT HAVE WEE HEARTS!”
Ash rolls his eyes. “Servo, this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
Ash wanders his way past Movie Sign Theater, whistling a jaunty tune when he hears the voices.
“Get off me, you ruffians! You can take my underpants, but you can never take… MY FREEDOM!”
“Frank, would you just press the button and shut him up already?”
“Right away, Doctor F. Just gimme a second to… ahhh, there we go. You know, these ninja costumes would be better if they didn’t keep riding up on you.”
“Would you just shut me off if you’re going to talk about ninja wedgies? I have delicate ears, and that sort of imagery makes my dome swivel.”
“Right, the button, the button. There. All shut down and ready for transport, your evilness.”
“These boobs thought they could outwit me, huh? Next time they steal my checkbook they better not leave a forwarding address!”
At this point, Ash peers into the alleyway and sees the two men with a large brown sack which, from the bulges in the fabric, looks to be holding a deformed gumball machine. Both are dressed in black, in unfortunately form-fitting outfits that do appear to be somewhat ninja-like. Neither wields silverware of any sort.
The chunky one turns, a little white curl of hair bouncing against his forehead.
“Doctor F? We, umm, there’s a man. With a thing, and the, oh he doesn’t look happy.”
“Frank, if you’re…” the other man turns, a large moustache and green rimmed glasses being the details that Ash is able to pick out quickly.
“You boys tryin’ to kidnap something?” Ash raises an eyebrow and strokes his chin. “Cause I’m afraid I can’t let that happen. You see, I got something against really bad ninja kidnappings. They make me all squicky inside.”
“Is that right, Mr. Chin? Well, I’m afraid you won’t be able to catch us… NINJA VANISH!” the man in glasses throws a small bag against the ground, which promptly splatters flour across the asphalt of the alleyway. “Frank, you ninny! They’re supposed to puff out and give us a cover to run away!”
“Geeze, sorry Doctor F, but I’d never even....” It is at this point where they realize that Ash is bent over laughing.
“Quick, the hammer!”
And with that, TV’s Frank bonks Ash on the noggin, and after some other fiddly exposition, they shot him into space.
-----
Ash awakens to stare a movie screen right in the face.
“What in the… where am I?”
“Oh good, you’re awake just in time for the movie. Hope you like movies ‘cause we’re gonna be watching more than a few of them. A lot of them, in fact.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, gumball head.” Ash replies, rubbing his eyes.
“Oh, I’m Tom Servo, your name is Ash, as I can tell from the label on the jumpsuit, and you’ll notice beyond me is Dal. Say hi to Ash, Dal.”
“DA-LEKS DO NOT SAY HI!”
“Right, right. So, basically, we’re up here on the S-O-L, watching bad movies until the end of time. But the food is decent, so you can’t complain to much, right?”
“DA-LEKS DO NOT COM-PLAIN!”
“SOL, huh?” Ash strokes his chin. It seemed appropriate. His whole life so far had totally been SOL. And not in the Satellite of Love sense. “So, Servo… what’re we watching today, buddy?”
“Escape from L.A. Snake Plissken at his worst, ha!”
“Yeah, but that evil plastic surgeon guy is kind of handsome, don’t you think?”
“A total looker. He makes my wee little heart go a-flutter.”
“DA-LEKS DO NOT HAVE WEE HEARTS!”
Ash rolls his eyes. “Servo, this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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NOooooooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOOOO! First Blow Up Vala now this!
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*MOURNS ASH AND SERVO*
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Goodbye Tom! Goodbye Ash! I shall miss you!
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Via con dios!
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You *rule!*
*worships!*
*mourns*
*worships some more!*
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the only other man who saw me naked when I was a girlMy rental income! My Coach!no subject
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Hang on...
Does this mean I get to run Art for the rest of the term?
*glees and plots*