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The Intergalactic Misadventures of Boyo and Bucko (VI)
¨Do you really mean that?¨
Bucko came to staring up at a pair of legs shining impossibly, propped up on a couch over his head.
¨Yes,¨ said Bucko, ¨I meant it absolutely.¨
¨That´s so greeeaaaaat!!!!¨ she swooned, bright eyes under dark hair, ¨Because I just want to have fun!¨
Bucko did a mild push-up, found himself inches off the floor, and looked around. Some weirdos dancing, other weirdos searing meat and such off flames. No sight of Boyo. Music thumping, pumping, too wet and enthusiastic into a convulsive mind. Outside the window a mind-whacking view of the Jump Tower.
¨So let´s do it!!¨, Bucko spat.
¨Yes!¨ said the dark hair.
She pulled Bucko expertly by the arm, and before he knew it he was panting on a balcony, and she was spluttering, ¨Just imagine if we could buy a Jump! Bucko! Cute-O! We could be anywhere!¨
Bucko analysed the situation from his knees and slurred, ¨There´s nowhere I´d want to be...but right here.¨
She looked down at him, slivvering, burbling mess, and said, ¨You´re drunk.¨
¨Yes indeedy.¨
¨Come on. You can sleep in my bed.¨
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Boyo woke as a champion, yet again. He stretched, shat, thought about Life, and pulled on his trousers. He bent down to kiss a hot cheek, lingered a moment, and stood up straight.
¨What the Nebulus?!¨
He had kissed Bucko´s cheek, and proceeded with violence unto closure. Bucko responded with his best Kung-Fu (throughout time the best fighting techinique). In the end they panted at each other.
¨What did you do with my girl?¨ demanded Boyo.
¨What did you do with my girl?¨ demanded Bucko.
They fought awhile, harmless fisticuffs and blackeyes, before Felix broke the door open, again adventurously dressed, saying, ¨Hello, Stallions. Ready for the Jump Tower?¨
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