>>6395606As the sweet, sweet sound of NENA plays out, KING KRAB is roused from his apparent stupor, letting out a pleased rumbling noise as if stone itself was given voice.
"After a long silence, there is always a life giving noise. You have good taste, comrade," the pilot says to STONEFISH. Then, to NILBOG at beck and call by his elbow, "Hey, famulus, bring up the wine, I'm shivering. This frosty world I must warm up with this vintage, for me and all at once. In a freak age, one needs inspiriting to be ardent, but here, I only need soak my brain to get an ingenious spirit and break through the ice."
The thing which could little more than sense loot has a faint look of despair writ upon its simian face and the half-man lopes away with the gait of a whipped and crippled dog. KING KRAB inspects the bite inflicted by that rabid little thing sitting before him. As expected, there had been no visitant wound upon the vast expanse of flesh, the great slab of his huge and calloused hand as hard as scarred and weathered rock. The pilot clenches his fist around the finger with strength enough to draw blood forth from a stone.
Presently, NILBOG TOOL returns with a wrapped bottle of ancient Earth sherry. "Attend to the others first, factotum." KING KRAB turns. "My own collection, gentlemen. Eat, drink, be merry. Next mission, thy soul may be required of thee. And now, to address the allegations..."
>>6395538>>6395143>>6395538"As they say, the two of you women are 'slim pickings' in terms of female companionship." KING KRAB's tone turns ruthless. "I will be very up-front and shameless in my pursuit of sex with foreign women (the first of the two most compelling male fantasies) and utterly mercenary in the business of love."
He points directly to GAMBLER again because he found it funny the first time and he finds it really funny to do it again. "You are already taken with another. You are impossible to trust with money, much less with the open, graceful bells of fragrant flowers. And finally, it's very hard to take you seriously, even leaving aside the fact that you are a woman. You are so small. Is funny to me. I will be with you on your wedding night. The ideal woman is no taller than 3ft, so you can put her on a shelf when not needed. I could do to you the same right now and spin you around by the legs a few cycles for good measure, if I want."
There are people in this world who go about demanding to be spun. You must have noticed them. They wear bright orange coats, they walk around hunched over, they let out shrill toothless screams, they lumber past gangs of roving gypsy youth whose capabilities they do not know. I have seen a woman, a fool, deliberately tempt a group of dangerous Roma, and she herself without the ability to stand up straight. These are people who hobble through the world shouting 'Spin me. Spin me.' And there is always a cadre of wannabe gopniks ready to oblige them.
- some guy on /lit/ 