Spooky: Let's see now... Skyranger 1. Nyuk nyuk... Now, how do I fly this thing? Right guys, before you know it, we'll be heading for Moscow! Vodka! Old Soviet-era trinkets! Cossacks!
Fruity: There aren't cossacks in Moscow.
Hush.
(door to Skyranger closes)
Fruity: Did you do that?
Spooky: No...
(message bleeps on screen in cockpit. Spooky investigates)
Spooky: Uh-oh.
(Skyranger takes off)
Fruity: Did you do that?
Spooky: No! Kosta did! It says since we're all gathered in the Skyranger, we might as well leave to take out that new alien base that's been found!
Fruity: Oh no. Goodbye, semi-colons...
Spooky: Why didn't you tell me there was a remote-control for this thing?
Fruity: YOU wanted to fly the damn thing...
Spooky: Sigh...
(finds a thermos and sips coffee)
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