10th June 2006, 8:16 PM
"I say, Reginald, that android appears to be wearing your leiderhosen!" Luscious shouted above all the noise.
"Great Scott!!" Reginald exclaimed as he turned his attention to the mechanical play going on at the western stage. "That's the most grotesque scene I believe I've ever had the misfortune of witnessing!"
He said this, although he had long since stopped being surprised by the things he saw going on around him. After that business on the station in quadrant five of the Marshall Nebula, this was quite possibly tame. Nevertheless, it was a particularly good pair of leiderhosen and he would miss it dearly.
Luscious raised his phaser and prepared to put an end to the whole affair.
"Nevermind that, Luscious," Reginald said with a loud sigh, "The leiderhosen is ruined now and I daresay those androids worked quite hard on their play, you may as well let them finish."
Luscious lowered his weapon and gazed around at the fanciful sights that surrounded them. It was enough to make any man go a little bit crazy with a phaser. A robotic festival was simply wrong on so many levels, disturbing even, and it didn't help that they were going around wearing other people's leiderhosen and singing songs in that creaky robotic voice of theirs. It was unnatural.
"This whole affair is making me quite queasy. What's say we leave this place and find some nice pub somewhere?" Luscious asked, putting his monocle back in place.
"That sounds like a wonderous idea, Luscious. The drinks will most certainly be on me this time!" Reginald said and soon the two were laughing heartily.
In the distance the robot play came to a close and soon the partipants began to exit from the stage accompanied by the metallic clink of several hundred aluminum hands. Soon the rest of the festivities also ended and the lights were turned off. Laying alone on the stage was a single pair of slightly worn, but still servicable, leiderhosen.
"Great Scott!!" Reginald exclaimed as he turned his attention to the mechanical play going on at the western stage. "That's the most grotesque scene I believe I've ever had the misfortune of witnessing!"
He said this, although he had long since stopped being surprised by the things he saw going on around him. After that business on the station in quadrant five of the Marshall Nebula, this was quite possibly tame. Nevertheless, it was a particularly good pair of leiderhosen and he would miss it dearly.
Luscious raised his phaser and prepared to put an end to the whole affair.
"Nevermind that, Luscious," Reginald said with a loud sigh, "The leiderhosen is ruined now and I daresay those androids worked quite hard on their play, you may as well let them finish."
Luscious lowered his weapon and gazed around at the fanciful sights that surrounded them. It was enough to make any man go a little bit crazy with a phaser. A robotic festival was simply wrong on so many levels, disturbing even, and it didn't help that they were going around wearing other people's leiderhosen and singing songs in that creaky robotic voice of theirs. It was unnatural.
"This whole affair is making me quite queasy. What's say we leave this place and find some nice pub somewhere?" Luscious asked, putting his monocle back in place.
"That sounds like a wonderous idea, Luscious. The drinks will most certainly be on me this time!" Reginald said and soon the two were laughing heartily.
In the distance the robot play came to a close and soon the partipants began to exit from the stage accompanied by the metallic clink of several hundred aluminum hands. Soon the rest of the festivities also ended and the lights were turned off. Laying alone on the stage was a single pair of slightly worn, but still servicable, leiderhosen.
Sometimes you get the scorpion.