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[k_in_black]

Two Men in Black come walking through the Door, and for once it's the taller one who looks cranky:

"Another one? What do you mean, 'They made another one?'"

"Like I said," the rounder one growls. "They made another one."

"It's been ten years! How the hell could they make another one?"

"Easy. They piled up a stack of cold, hard cash, and threw it at everybody in sight."

"Huh," K ponders. "Did they get everyone back?"

Zed shrugs. "Everybody who matters."

"Those two are even older than we are! Are you telling me they built a movie around those two gray-haired--."

"--Balding--."

"--Wheezing, decrepit--. Hell, my guy's got to be older than dirt by now."

Zed gives K a long look. "Let me buy ya a drink. Then I got to tell you something...."

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[diehard_daniel]

Daniel is already at the bar sipping something brown and alcoholic.

[k_in_black]

"They did what?!?"

Ok, now the taller one is pissed off for some reason.

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel's ears are pricked and he turns to see who is talking.

[bring_a_sponge]

"Quit your belly aching," the rounder one is growling. "You just said your guy is too damn old. So they brought in a young guy."

"...Younger. Sort of."

"Ok, he's not exactly young. But more than you."

The taller one is just glaring now.

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel continued to watch and listen this might be interesting.

[k_in_black]

"You should talk," the tall guy growls back. "I've been on planets younger than you."

The rounder guy puffs up. "That, my friend, is pure envy. I am getting more august and grander with every passing year."

"Getting more something," the tall guy mutters as he finally does throw back his drink.

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel laughed into his drink....

[forgottenmotley]

The mysterious banter between the two men in black fascinates the Fool. His eyes flick between them as they speak as he tries to work out what it is they're talking about.

So he's staring quite readily while seated at the bar, his paper crown on his top hat.

[k_in_black]

"Brolin?" the taller one shouts. "That guy doesn't look anything like me, dammit!"

The rounder one squints at him for another long moment. "Drink your drink."

"...What's that supposed to mean?"

[forgottenmotley]

"Likely, by the time you've drunk enough, you would have forgotten everything about this Brolin individual," the Fool suggests. "I've seen it happen before. It's quite entertaining."

[bring_a_sponge]

"There, see?" Zed thumbs at the Fool. "What he said."

[forgottenmotley]

"And then you can start singing and flirting with everyone," he continues cheerfully. Though he seriously doubt that K is the sort that would do such a thing, even if threatened at gun point.

Which makes it funnier.

[bring_a_sponge]

"Listen to this guy," Zed points with a smirk. "Trust me, he's got great ideas."

K looks up to the rafters and shakes his head. But he does throw back his drink. That part really does seem like good advice just now.

[mnt_mike]

Mike's seated behind Bar, but just to the left of Magellan. He might just be reading an issue of Variety.

That face he's making isn't a happy one.

[k_in_black]

Eying him, K gestures. "Hey, Mike. Come over and share the pain."

Seeing the Variety, Zed rolls his eyes at the rafters. "Michael Bay. You poor bastards."

[mnt_mike]

"He's only producing!" comes the quick reply from behind the paper. It...it's not easy to be an optimist when Michael Bay is behind the wheel of your reboot.

Mike sighs, hops down from his spot, and shuffles over towards the MIBs.

"You know what makes matters even worse that Bay? The fact that in canon I'm supposed to LOVE Bay. Which...Okay, I'll totally admit I did until he did that thing to the poor Transformers."

Here be the point where the Barman lays his forehead down on Bar's top and just sighs.

[bring_a_sponge]

"J's still pissed off about the 'Bad Boys' thing," K says.

Zed growls. "When's he going to give that a rest? I told him that was the best deal we could get. If a Drillian's got its dorsal sac set on directing a movie, it's damn well going to direct it."

[mnt_mike]

Mike laughs.

"Yeah, I bet he is. Though...you've got to admit the shooting straight up into the air while yelling thing is kind of awesome. There are so days when I want to do that just for the sheer awesome of it.

Then I remember that I hate guns," he says with an easy shrug.

"Tell J that when he watches all of the Coming Out of Their Shells AND Next Mutation then, and ONLY then, can he whine to me. Until then he'll just have to wear his big-boy pants and tough it through."

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed roars, and even K chuckles.

"Yeah," Zed looks at K. "You tell him."

"Coward," K replies, with the trace of a smirk.

"No guns, eh?" Zed asks. "Not even glop guns?"

[gone_byebye]

"Dare I ask?"

The crowding's not as bad in midtown as it was last week. Of course, this is like saying the Frank Slide wasn't as bad as Monte Toc. Either way, Ray's still here for a breather.

[k_in_black]

Speaking of things falling as if under the influence of gravity, there's K's expression right now.

Zed draws out his MiBlackberry, mashes a few buttons, and turns the holo-display so Ray can get a good view of the MiB3 trailer.

Zed suspects Ray will understand the problem better than most people.

[gone_byebye]

Ray watches the whole thing before sucking a long, hissing breath between his teeth. "Well," he says. "That's just prime, isn't it."

[k_in_black]

K sighs and glances at Zed. "You know if we'd deported Barry Sonnenfeld after that last one, like I asked you to, we wouldn't be having this problem."

"What do you want from me?" Zed growls. "He was a refugee. The Imperatrix of Bulbus II pulled the arms and legs off the last guy who did a profile about her. So Sonnenfeld goes and does an expose about that weekend fling she had with Neeble. Even *I* didn't want to see what woulda happened to him if I shipped his ass back there."

[gone_byebye]

"I'll take your word for it," Ray says. "I have enough trouble following the politics of three species and five machine intelligences back home. I don't suppose there's a chance this one will flop at the box office and sink from sight?"

[k_in_black]

K shakes his head. "Memorial day opening. Might sink like a stone, but we'll have five months of heavy promotion before that happens."

He nods to Zed. "Better give the Liberty Torch another test flash next week."