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Rex: Here it is Stone, now where's my money? |
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Stone: Well, if it isn't Rex Nebular. What an unusual surprise. |
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Stone: I must have very poor sources Rex. I was informed
you were, how do you say, dead. |
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Rex: Can it Stone, it hasn't been a fun trip. Just give
me my money and I'll be on my way. Right now I'm a little late for
a date with a mattress. |
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Stone: Would you like a drink, as if I don't know the answer? |
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Rex: Yeah, I'll take 75,000 Galactars on the rocks, straight
up hard currency. |
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Stone: You've never been one to pull punches, Rex. I almost
like that in a man. |
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Stone: You don't have a problem taking a check, do you? |
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Rex: No problem, as long as you own the bank they're drawn on,
I'll take your checks. |
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Stone: Well, this certainly is a fine piece of art. Such
fond memories. |
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Stone: So tell me Rex, did you have any trouble finding it? |
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Rex: Did I have any trouble?! You just stay seated and
I'll tell you about this so called 'piece of cake' job you sent me on. |
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Rex: Finding the planet was easy, too easy in fact. |
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Rex: My mass detector was going crazy, so I had to be close. |
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Rex: There it is. OK probe, do your stuff. |
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Rex: Now let's get a little closer. |
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Rex: What the heck was what? |
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Rex: Now that's a big ship. |
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Officer: Target damaged sir. She's not going anywhere.
Major Karg: Good, move in and finish her off. |
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Rex: Well, I've talked my way out of worse. |
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Rex: Slippery Pig calling large obnoxious vessle. Do you
read? |
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Officer: Sir, the pilot is trying to speak with us. |
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Major Karg: On your monitor. |
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Officer: Yes Sir. |
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Rex: Hey, can't we talk this over? I'm only a tourist.
Major Karg: You have found our planet and you must die.
Nothing personal. |
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Rex: Planet, what planet? I don't know what you're talking
about. |
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Rex: Now if you'd kindly stop shooting at me, I'll be on my way. |
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Officer: Positive weapons lock, sir. |
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Major Karg: Good, let's end this. |
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Rex: AHHHH! |
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Rex: AHHHH! |
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Slippery Pig: Sploosh |