Tropers: The Series

F curiously looks at Bev. I didn't get much in prison. Thanks by the way, Taco.

Taco continues perusing his magazine. "Don't mention it."

F shakes his head. Anyways, Bev, all I got in prison was a dead old friend and a temporary you Expy. What was I supposed to get?

"Well, you got the me expy, so I guess that." She finishes the tea off.

"You were supposed to get conclusive evidence that you were innocent, but I guess they sorted that out and gave you... me as a consolation prize."

I'm just glad to be back in time for the real deal. And guess what I picked up from the market on the way over here!

"What is it?" She says, refilling her cup and drinking all over again.

F reaches into a grocery bag that he was carrying. Pickled stuff! All kinds! I figured we could run a little taste test!

(G2 is on the phone having a chat with... someone.)

"Uh huh... Yeah. You don't say..."

"Damn, really? Only ever had pickled cucumbers and pickled zoggles."

She sticks out her tongue in disgust. "Hate zoggles..."

Bev looks over to G2 on the phone. "... is he like, in a meeting call right now or can we interrupt that whenever?"

Taco shook his head. "He's probably fired from that organization for having them waste their time on that mansion party."

F started putting pickled things onto an endtable at the end of the couch. So, what have you been up to?

(G2 does a Death Glare at Bev.)

Hey, for the record, I'm on temporary leave.

...At least, I think I am.

Bev looks to F. "Ah, ya know. Chilling, doing wild capers with the crew. Disappearing for suspicious amounts of time and reappearing with bread all over the place... regular stuff."

Then to G2. "Hey, it's alright to be fired. I haven't been employed since... what year is it?"

"I dunno. Do you want the Anno Domini version or the Universal Century version?"

edited 10th Aug '17 3:18:22 AM by G2BattleConvoy

F looks at them. Ya'll have a serious employment problem. While in prison, I got a job as librarian. Once I got out, I was able to score a job as a convenience store clerk. Now, if I work there until Crazy Old Abdul dies, I can own the store!

"Well. I guess this episode is gonna segue into us trying to get different jobs?"

Taco scoffed. "Not me. I'm perfectly content remaining unemployed. In fact, I'm gonna steal one of Movie's inventions and use it to pay for my treatment."

"HELL NAW! These are like 400 hours of work in total!"

edited 10th Aug '17 3:37:53 AM by MovieReference

"Now he shows up..." Taco steals a shrink ray from Movie's lab, and starts walking to the door.

I run after him.

Taco sees this, and lifts the Shrink Ray up. "Don't make me fire your invention, buddy."

"I mean it's a 50/50 chance it'll work and I'll take it to make sure NONE of my babies are stolen."

"Hey! No weapons discharge in the apartment!"

"When has that ever been a rule?" Taco asks to G2.

He then looks at it, and says, "Let's see is this works, you quack!"

He presses the button on the machine.

"I mean technically we're right outside of Mad Manor."

Nothing happened."Weird they normally at least backfire when they don't function properly."

edited 10th Aug '17 4:15:34 AM by MovieReference

Taco sighs. "It'll still sell for a Hell of a lot for scrap."

Taco proceeded onward.

"...Well, that was a bit of an Anti-Climax."