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[bring_a_sponge]

Two Men in Black come striding in through the Door like they own the place.

Which, of course, they don't. They're only staking claim to that bottle of Eli Lockhart 15-year bourbon on the topmost of top shelves behind Bar.

Zed, of course, is growling along the way: "Parker's got him all pumped up for a double-album this time."

"Well, the Colonel always did want the King thinking big."

"Thinking big is fine. But a breakbeat remix of 'Viva Las Vegas'? Surprised my brain made it to the second verse without imploding."

K chuckles. "Got to move with the times, Chief."

"Move? How? The guy's wolfed down so many peanut butter and banana sandwiches, it's going to take another Dentazi bulk freighter to get him out on tour."

"Now, now,..."



[tiny tag: wilbur whateley]

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[bring_a_sponge]

Zed's immediate reaction is...well... there you go.

Fortunately, he gets a grip within a milli-second.

"K. This is... Wilbur Whateley."

K might possibly be staring, if only for a moment.

"--How're you doing there,...Wilbur?"

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"I'm awlright." He grins. "Buy yew a drink? If I recawll right, yer fond o' bourbon . . ."

[k_in_black]

K points. "That bottle right up there."

Zed grunts. "Only thing makes this fucking nuthouse bearable."


And, sure enough, two glasses are waiting at the bar by the time the men get there. Bar knows the score.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur grins at Zed. "Yew tell him about me, ur shall I?

"An' a Confewsion fer me, please, Bar."

A yellow-orange drink appears next to him.

[k_in_black]

"I got the briefing," K nods. "How's the bar treating you?"

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Nawt tew bad. An' thar's certainly naw lack o' interestin' thin's around here!"

He gives Kay a friendly smile.

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed nods dully. "Got that right at least."

The place might drive him nuts, but he has to give it 'interesting' at least.

"So, Wilbur," K asks. "If you don't mind my asking: how'd you end up coming here?"

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur sighs. "Gawt mysalf kilt. Mauled by a guard dawg. Animals hate me, fer reasons yew kin probably guess. Sew I'm stuck here."

[k_in_black]

"Ah, damn," K shakes his head. "That's a tough break, and no mistake."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"I know thet, trust me." He laughs. "Et's awlright. People ur nice tew me en Milliway's, yew know? I'm strange, even here, but nawt thet strange."

[k_in_black]

"No, that's the truth all right," K agrees.


"At least until dear old Dad shows up," Zed mumbles.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur raises an eyebrow at him. "Oh?"

[bring_a_sponge]

"So, Wilbur. Found a room upstairs yet?" Zed butts in.


No way in hell does he want to get into this guy's family relations.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Ayuh, I did." He grins. "Et's the 'un wit en Escher poster awn the door, next ter the sign thet says 'Kip Out Ef Yew Value Yer Sanity."