Incoming!!!

[balthazar]

"Chickens? Blast. Those crates should be filled with with my premium moonshine for the crew. It's a side effect of the process I used to get here. Don't worry, they should revert momentarily."

Another sip, another grimace.

"Also, what have you got against Flatt and Scruggs?"

[Galaxy Hunter]

With a sound like a GAWK! FH reappears right where he was just as the lightning chains away from him along the dimensional ripple lines. They travel through the fabric of space-time right onto the bridge of the Steavy Steave and instantly arc to everyone present.

In a comical manner everyone aboard is outlined in alternating flashes of black and white, their skeletons showing through their skins before they all collapse, hair sticking straight up with skin blackened and smoking. The machinery and controls, damaged from the electricity, spark and give out.

GH and the bemused FH watch as slowly the Steavy Steave begins to list to the port in midair.

"Oh damn." is all GH can say.

End of Line.

[Funky Honky]

GAWK

Wait, what the hell just happened. Why am I standing in a crater? Let's see, I was going for a resupply...

::FH glances up at the Steavey Steave just in time to see it start listing to the port side::

Well that could be interesting. Timeout while I go make popcorn?

[Galaxy Hunter]

GH glances at FH.

"Timeout indeed, but why take the time to make it?"

He raises one hand, and a warp field appears above it, quickly stabilizing into a massive red bowl of popcorn. Salt, butter, and bacon grease all appear with it. With another wave two more bowls appear, one floating over to FH.

"If there's anything else you want I can summon it."

GH reclines back in midair to watch the chaos his actions have wrought unfurl before him. He glances over at FH.

"So, where'd you do your training?" he asks, nonchalantly eating popcorn while floating a few feet off the ground.

End of Line.

[Steave]

Aboard the Steavey Steave things are not going well. The Steave appear to be melting.

"What a world. What a world."

"Oh do shut up Mr. Steave."

"Sir! Bitemesir!"

Soon the deck of the ship is awash with a lead coloured sludge. As the last Steave begins to melt, broom falling from his suddenly too slick fingers, his eye falls from his melting face. The eye lands with an unwholesome splat and it quickly washed away leaving a glittering trail behind it.

Silver veins spread throughout the gooish mess. Around balthazar and his ute the veins stretch out and become tentacles. Soon both are engulfed.

From the outside, The Steavey Steave appears to be covered in silver spiderwebs. It isn't long before the whole ship is glowing brightly at which point it seems to shrink down to a tiny point before expanding again into a vaguely spherical shape.

Another smaller sphere almost detaches itself from the larger, joined only by a thin glittering thread. The small sphere glows, shimmers and coalesces and the sags and is sucked back into the larger sphere leaving behind it a pink Cadillac.

There are few words to describe the Cadillac. Pink is certainly the first that comes to mind while it boggles and attempts a few more. Fins and chrome follow while large and sleek fight each other for dominance. One of the more notable features would be the large trunk filled to the brim with ice while exotic beers bob to the surface like elusive long necked glass terrapin.

Balthazar bemusedly finds himself in the driver's seat while the navigator takes stock of the controls in the passenger seat. Behind them the rest of the crew are settling in and behind them the trunk closes with a secure click.

[Kajin]

The Navigator riding shotgun also happens to be Zoidberg. Take that for what you will.

[balthazar]

Balthazar looks around and notes the large humanoid crustacean sitting next to him.

"Is that one of you, Steave? Grow a spine man, for heaven's sake!"

He notes casually that he is still holding his whiskey sour.

"Well this certainly will not do."

With nary a twitch of his hand, the drink is gone, vanished as if it never was. He then promptly buckles up before looking directly at the audience.

"Remember kids: Never drink and drive, and always buckle up. You never know when you might be involved in high speed maneuvers."

[Funky Honky]

Training? HA! I've been figuring this freaking chair out on the fly. Knowing Zill I've barely even scratched the surface of what it can do.
show off...

[Zillatain]

While watching the spectacle unfolding in front of them, Funky Honky has The Chair change to somewhat resemble a regular chair and sits down. At the same time, he reluctantly he accepts the bowl of popcorn from Galaxy Hunter. Not having anything to clean the grease on his hand of with, and not wanting to ask for anything, he almost absentmindedly wipes them off on the chair. A beer would come in handy too..

Both of them are observing the Steavy Steave changing into something... else floating in midair. Hunter a feeling about the fabric of space around the changing shape is...just off. But he sees nothing that could be threat to Funky or himself, and so eats more popcorn. Noticing his hands are getting too greasy, he has a napkin appear out of thin air, which then wipes off his fingers by itself and when complete, it flies up and bursts into violet flames and orange sparkles.

As the thing in the sky is resolving in to what appears a car, a presence can be felt behind them. Turning almost as one, they both look behind and then look up to see that's it Zillatain.

"Oh, hi Zill. Come to watch?" Hunter asks.

Funky humbles, "Woner ih woo were gon ta thow up."

Looking at Funky, Zillatain says, "You know, you shouldn't talk with your mouth full? And you really should not be slathering The Chair with bacon grease. You might initiate its 'carnivorous power algorithms'."

"Eh?"

"It may start to have a hankering for fresh meat. Because of that major damage you incurred, I'm not sure what it may do."

"Eh?!"

Reaching in to one of the many cavernous pockets, Zillatain takes out an item. Leaning down towards Funky, sier hands him stack of napkins with a primary hand while a secondary hand pushes a complicated string of buttons on The Chair. A hidden chamber opens on the side.

"What are you doing?" Funky warily inquires.

Galaxy Hunter not receiving an answer to his earlier question went back to watching the Steavy Steave turn into a pink Cadillac floating in midair. Also he is analyzing the unstable 'blur' that has formed in front of the Caddy. He's fairly certain what may happen very shortly, but is distracted by what Funky said, and looks over towards him. He sees Zillatain take another item out of sier's pocket and insert it into the opening. Funky jumps slightly as if shocked.

Funky looks as if he wants to say something, but Zillatain starts talking before he does. "It's not an upgrade so don't worry. It's a repair for some of the modules that were essentially ripped out out of you/The Chair from 'the incident' that you don't remember."

"'The incident?'" Hunter interjects.

Zilatain stands and looks at the Cadillac as Balthazar is revving the engine. Looking back at Hunter thoughtfully Zillatain says, "Well, I don't think you were around this part of the universe when it happened. I'll try and remember to tell you about it sometime, but not right now. I'll try and make some time to tell you, and everybody else who wants to know."

"What 'incident'?!" Funky demands.

"I'm surprised you even remember who you are after that."

"What do you mean? I rem--"

A loud metallic crash is heard in the sky.

Everyone looks up and sees that Balthazar has apparently driven/flew the car into a very large strangely blocky stone statue that appeared out of nowhere, where that blur was that Hunter noticed.

Both Funky and Hunter look back at Zillatain.

"I'm not sure why you're looking at me for... Well, I think I'm done here." With only the sound of air rushing quickly back into the space, Zillatain disappears.

Funky finally notices that the armrest on The Chair feels like it is nibbling at his arm...

***

One instant, he's revving the engine, popping the clutch, speeding off, and the next...the car slams into a large rock thing. And it appears his navigator was not strapped in since his bright red body is splatted on the rock in front of the car.

Quickly turning to everybody else in the car he sees everyone else is fine...including the shelless pink navigator. He stares.

Zoidberg just stares back at him. "What? Do I have some chitin on my face?"

Looking at everyone once again, Balthazar states, "All of you saw that I wasn't drinking and driving right? This...statue jumped out in front of me." Everybody, except Zoidberg, take a swig of their drinks and say nothing. "... Yes, a drink does sound good about."

With a twitch of his hand, a whiskey sour appears in his hand and he downs it all.

[Steave]

While the giant silver sphere crashes into the moon, Zoidberg turns to balthazar.

"Oh yes, sorry about this. There is always a little bit of outside interference when I recomposition myself so quickly. It'll settle down eventually. I should be able to fix your car for you if you give me a second or twenty."

While Steaveberg climbs onto the hood of the car his surface shimmers and purple ripples solidify into a leather appearing skin.

No one seems to have noticed that the splattered shell has changed from red to silver and appears to be shrinking.

[Galaxy Hunter]

GH breaks his gaze away from the scene unfolding before him and turns to watch FH struggle with the mysterious chair that us gnawing heartily on his arm. He debates on whether or not to render direct assistance. He decides not to as the chair might react badly to another individual. Instead he waves a hand and FH is covered in lightweight, flexible, indestructible armor that is strangely enough a bizarre shade of orange. GH winces.

"Sorry 'bout that, I don't know anything about creating fashionable designs, just ask the misses."

FH stops struggling with the carnivorous device long enough to stare incredulously at him.

"You're married?!"

GH looks agitated. "Look, if I'd known what the prize was I'd never've joined that card game! Anyways, sorry, I don't mean to show off, my instructor, an unusual entity from the fifteenth-and-a-half-dimension suggested using my abilities as much as possible to boost my power. In case you were wondering I can manipulate energy with my mind, creating semi-solid and solid energy constructs and all. It's fun but... Eh?"

He looks off for a second, and his eyes widen moments before a huge black rip opens in the fabric of reality. Seconds later massive green tentacles emerge from the hole and with lightening speed reach out and grab GH, pulling him towards the void. An unearthly howl fills the battlefield as GH claws at the ground, trying to stave off his fate.

"Oh my God!" he shouts. "The giant, flesh-eating demon squid has escaped! Augh!"

He is dragged trough the portal, which closes moments later. The stunned observers are only afforded a few heartbeats of shocked silence before the portal opens again twenty feet away.

"Tell my wife I really hate her mother!" GH bellows as, struggling still, he is dragged back into the abyss. The portal opens and closes dozens of times before finally, with a pulse of power, GH vaporizes the nearby tentacles and with a noise resembling a giant zipper the portal closes.

He collapses on the ground panting. "Wow," he says. "I could use a beer." As if in answer to that a foreign beer, ice-cold appears floatin before him. "That's convenient." he takes a big drink and belches.

"Last time he escaped that squid got to some guy named Lovecraft before he was re-captured." he said to no one in particular. "Poor guy never got over it I think, well at least he made some money off of his description of what happened." he sipped his beer and turned to FH.

"So how did you come by that chair?" he asked, not noticing an ominous hum building up around him.

End of line.

[Funky Honky]

Well, it was kind of a gift from Zill, but things went really weird once some nanites got involved. Trust me, you really don't want to know. Hey, what's Steave doing?

[Galaxy Hunter]

GH glances over at the car and stiffens.

"Great Scott!" he explains. "The beer-mobile is getting away!"

He downs the last of the beer, tosses the can away, and belches, preparing to launch himself after the car when he paused, something wasn't quite right but he didn't know what. Somehow he still hasn't noticed the ominous hum which is now almost strong enough to rattle his teeth. With a shock he realizes the problem. I can't produce alcohol. he remembered. My instructor put a mental block in that I've been trying to remove for forever. What did I...

He summoned the discarded bottle to himself and looked down more closely at the label. He dropped it again with shaking hands as his aura flares bright red.

"Oh crap, this isn't beer. It's... it's... LIQUID SCHWARTZ!"

The air around GH concusses as the raw energy conferred to him by the drink rockets him into the air, through the atmosphere and beyond Earth orbit in a few seconds. On the ground all he leaves behind is a crater and a shell-shocked FH staring at the spot where GH used to be.

End of Line.

[Funky Honky]

Oh for the love of...

::FH vanishes in an instant, appearing directly above GH at a surprisingly well calculated velocity in the opposite direction. In a move straight out of Dragon Ball Z he transfers all of his momentum into a double axe handle square on GH's head. The impact is enough to drive him straight back towards the surface. FH then reappears directly next to the impending impact site ready to tackle and restrain GH.::

You need to learn how to handle your booze, kid.

[Steave]

The moon shimmers in the night sky. A pink car flies past it. The statue opens its eyes.