Copperfox
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Departing Srirachiss
With two more people joining the crew of Groan Starr's ship, oxygen supply was a potential problem. But when Groan spoke of this to his new shipmates, Trala-Lalia told him, "Don't worry, I can lighten the load. After I've eaten once and gone to the bathroom, I'll use my Penny Jezebel hibernation technique to sleep through most of the trip. This will reduce my own air consumption to less than one-fifth of what it would be otherwise."
"That's impressive!" exclaimed Puke, then looked at his long-time captain. "Groaner, can your Fuss powers equal that?"
"Not as far as I know," Groan admitted. "You seem to be ahead of me, sister, since you can also do telekinesis like me."
"Not really," Trala replied. "My flying spoon has its own levitation circuits. My father had it made when he learned about the flying fondue fork that Captain Yondupe carried."
"Duke Neato described it to me before Trala was born," Bunkem Isotope added. "The Duke wasn't very impressed with it when he viewed imagery of it in action. The only reason Yondupe ever accomplished anything with it was because, God knows why, his enemies would always stand around gawking at him, leaving him plenty of time to choose his targets and mentally direct the weapon. If his enemies had had the brains to open fire immediately, he would have been dead before he could kill even one of them with his fork."
Trala laid a hand on Groan's shoulder. "Once pregnant with me, our mother planned all along to teach me to be aggressive, teach me NOT to dither stupidly when danger was at hand. So Father knew I would be able to make use of my flying spoon EVEN IF enemies didn't obligingly stand around staring without shooting."
"Was there a particular reason to make your device a spoon instead of something sharper?" asked Bot Index.
"Because then it could scoop up small objects and bring them to me, as Groan has seen it do. Only in great necessity would I use it to gouge out someone's eyes."
Looking as if he were remembering something, Puke softly sang to himself: "She'll scoop your eye out, she'll scoop your eye out...."
With two more people joining the crew of Groan Starr's ship, oxygen supply was a potential problem. But when Groan spoke of this to his new shipmates, Trala-Lalia told him, "Don't worry, I can lighten the load. After I've eaten once and gone to the bathroom, I'll use my Penny Jezebel hibernation technique to sleep through most of the trip. This will reduce my own air consumption to less than one-fifth of what it would be otherwise."
"That's impressive!" exclaimed Puke, then looked at his long-time captain. "Groaner, can your Fuss powers equal that?"
"Not as far as I know," Groan admitted. "You seem to be ahead of me, sister, since you can also do telekinesis like me."
"Not really," Trala replied. "My flying spoon has its own levitation circuits. My father had it made when he learned about the flying fondue fork that Captain Yondupe carried."
"Duke Neato described it to me before Trala was born," Bunkem Isotope added. "The Duke wasn't very impressed with it when he viewed imagery of it in action. The only reason Yondupe ever accomplished anything with it was because, God knows why, his enemies would always stand around gawking at him, leaving him plenty of time to choose his targets and mentally direct the weapon. If his enemies had had the brains to open fire immediately, he would have been dead before he could kill even one of them with his fork."
Trala laid a hand on Groan's shoulder. "Once pregnant with me, our mother planned all along to teach me to be aggressive, teach me NOT to dither stupidly when danger was at hand. So Father knew I would be able to make use of my flying spoon EVEN IF enemies didn't obligingly stand around staring without shooting."
"Was there a particular reason to make your device a spoon instead of something sharper?" asked Bot Index.
"Because then it could scoop up small objects and bring them to me, as Groan has seen it do. Only in great necessity would I use it to gouge out someone's eyes."
Looking as if he were remembering something, Puke softly sang to himself: "She'll scoop your eye out, she'll scoop your eye out...."