"Well, I pretended to kill myself. Honestly back then it was just getting same old same old, ya know?" The voice on the other end says.
"So I faked my own death and decided to get into some space hijinks! But... I kinda grabbed one or two space martinis as I was flying and... You're my one phone call. I'm under lock and key right now."
I'm Huney B now. Okay?“Well, just push those off of you then. That doesn’t sound too heavy... a single lock and key for drunk driving.”
Huzzah"Jail. I'm in space jail. Look, I'm not asking for bail or anything. But I must say, it would be really unfortunate if somebody came over to the Soda Chain Cluster Police Station and raised a bit of hell, ya know? Would just be really shitty. Imagine all the prisoners that would unleash into the world. All..."
There's a bit of silence.
"One of me."
I'm Huney B now. Okay?Avie comes into the room behind Tropes to put her arms around him
"Hey, don't stress yourself out too much okay?"
She notices Taco
"Who's Taco talking to?"
Tropes looks shocked.
"Uh...well, a ghost, I think."
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Bob hobbles into the room on a pair of crutches.
"What's going on?"
Enough death. Enough life.“Okay... so you’re in jail, got it. Why not use your state of the art Inconsistent Xathian Powers to bust out?”
He hears Aveyond. “I’m talking to Beverly. An old colleague of Tropes and I’s.”
Huzzah"Uh...okay? Heard the word jail and I got concerned"
Avie plants a small kiss on Tropes cheek
"Do you think this place doesn't account for Xathians? My bars are covered in tin foil. Everyone knows a Xathian can't act near tin foil."
I'm Huney B now. Okay?“Tin foil and kitty litter huh... well, alright. Maybe just send an address over and we can come visit?”
HuzzahTropes returns Avie's kiss.
Zanreo enters the room.
"So, I heard something about someone being in jail, what happened?"
"Leftover items still have value!""Aw, yeah, it's 571837 Slongstar Square, Belgar, KRA-281, Soda Chain Cluster."
Heather meanwhile holds up her coloring book, proud of the mathematical formula written on Elsa's face. "I DID IT!!!"
I'm Huney B now. Okay?"Ooh, which number are you up to, Heather?"
“Alrighty. We’ll come on over.”
He hangs up. “Hey, who wants to visit a space prison?”
Huzzah"Never been to one, sure!"
"Leftover items still have value!"Tropes is confused.
"So Bev's back?"
"...Don't tell me she's just in the underworld jail."
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"I am on... Seven!"
She does not know who Beverly is, but going on a space adventure is always fun!
Mostly fun!
Er, usually fun!
Sometimes, it's fun!
I'm Huney B now. Okay?"Space? Sure, why not? How are we getting there?"
"We can't take the eagles. They're on tour right now."
“Nope, just space jail. As for how we get there... good question. Where’s one of our inventors?”
Huzzah”We’re going to space? Does that mean I could maybe find my way home?” He smiles brightly with excitement at first, then descends into a frown, sitting with his arms around his legs.
"Don't cry because it's over, cry because it happened.""Hmm...Tales! Galaxy! You guys got a rocket?"
(Chey was finishing up rinsing off the dishes when she heard the others talking.)
"What's this I hear about going to space?"
“Please don’t call me bitch, Beverly, that’s very rude... BEVERLY?! I thought you killed yourself way back in Season Two! What’s happening?”
Huzzah