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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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[bring_a_sponge]

"MiB enhanced reflexes, bub."

bapitybapitybapitybapity....

"No way in hell some hunk of driftwood's gonna tag m--."

[mnt_mike]

And that's when the attack comes, not from the nozzle in front, but from the two on either side that he didn't even know where there.

[bring_a_sponge]

"Clever gi--BLOOOOOOORRRFFFF!!!!" is all Zed can get out before he disappears in a multiple blast of soda water.


K, meanwhile, is really enjoying his bourbon from several chairs away.

[mnt_mike]

Mike might not be in fighting condition, but he's still pretty damn fast, which is the only reason he's not joining Zed in the Drenched by Uber-Dew club.

"...crap...this means we're going to need to call the loompas..."

[k_in_black]

"Loompas?" K asks. "You mean, those are real?"


"What the fuck's a loompa?" Zed splutters from down on the floor.

[mnt_mike]

His face turns into a mask of horror as he looks from one MIB to the other.

"You...you guys aren't serious, are you?"

THEY'RE THE MOST HORRIFIC BEINGS IN THE MULTIVERSE, HOW COULD THE MIBs NOT KNOW ABOUT THEM?!?