Ass End of the Galaxy

[fraggedyourmom.livejournal.com]

It's a long journey to Thanagar.

It's even longer when you take as many pitstops as Lobo does. Whether it's to get a few thousand bites to eat, to drain out all the beer he drinks, or to start a fight in every backwater space station he pulls into, The Main Man does things at his own pace, and has never bothered with discipline.

Which no doubt frustrates the hell out of the Hawks he's taking in, who spend most of their time chained to his bike.

The worst part of the trip is most likely the stench. Throughout the entire sojourn, the Last Czarnian has yet to bathe.

As they pull into Zanak-7 spaceport, it doesn't look likely that he'll start now.

"Fraggin' bike's a gas guzzlin' son of a bitch, ain't it, Bird?"

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Satisfied for the moment with this reaction, Shayera climbs back onto Lobo's bike.

"I bet we could get from here to the next system and not even fully cover the subject of how he smells," she says.

If she has to suffer, so does Lobo.

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"I've been trying to identify that particular pungency, actually," Katar adds, joining her.

"It's something akin to opening a humid crypt covered in mule droppings and some kind of chemical I haven't quite placed yet."

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Lobo's bike suddenly roars to life, to try and drown them out as they take off.

"FRAG OFF!"

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The roar of the engine might drown out the sound of Shayera's smug chuckle, but does nothing to hide the expression on her face. She's surprised she didn't think of this sooner. Perhaps it'll even prompt Lobo to get them to Thanagar sooner, just to be rid of them.

"Makes you wonder when the last time he got any action that he didn't have to pay for was."

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