It was unfortunate that the entire time Snippy was scrubbing madly at his face, he couldn't see outwards, as Captain was taking a moment to threaten the well-being of the man's stomach with pokings that didn't strike home. Honoured wishes and all...
Captain had pulled their hands back when Snippy returned to scorching them with his single-minded fury, weathering the outpouring of pure hatred with a vapid, fond little smile. "Snippy, you are my left-handed man, and the only fair minion of Captania who can speak the truths! Speak the fairytales that will bring a ray of sunshine into the sad lives of these Zion-loafers."
Sighing dramatically, then placing a tentative hand to their jaw, Captain gave a note that sounded like it was about to spring forth into song. Snippy might recognize the prelude as a full-on gearing up, once it all fell into place.
"Without a ray of hope Without a dream of sunshine,"
they boomed, causing a few of the workers who'd paused to see what the hell was going on with the fight to outright stop and stare,
"All our friends from down under will know nothing but the pickled brine!
The pickled brine... of dis-con-tent-ment!"
They'd slid around Snippy as they yodelled and now, Avon-style, presented the man to the onlooking workers by running their hands up and down either side of his face -- never touching, of course -- at least until Snippy whirled on them again, then it was bouncing backwards, grabbing ahold of one of the outthrust sensor-arrays on the ship in order to hoist themselves above the crowd.
"But my left-handed man with the first-degree whine!
That's 'S-N-I-double P P-Y' but shout it like it's thunder! He'll give you all a sign!
Yes a positive sign--"
Captain had hopped down again, had made a heart-shape with their hands and proceeded to palpitate it over their lumpy sweater-heavy chest
no subject
Captain had pulled their hands back when Snippy returned to scorching them with his single-minded fury, weathering the outpouring of pure hatred with a vapid, fond little smile. "Snippy, you are my left-handed man, and the only fair minion of Captania who can speak the truths! Speak the fairytales that will bring a ray of sunshine into the sad lives of these Zion-loafers."
Sighing dramatically, then placing a tentative hand to their jaw, Captain gave a note that sounded like it was about to spring forth into song. Snippy might recognize the prelude as a full-on gearing up, once it all fell into place.
"Without a ray of hope
Without a dream of sunshine,"
they boomed, causing a few of the workers who'd paused to see what the hell was going on with the fight to outright stop and stare,
"All our friends from down under
will know nothing but the pickled brine!
The pickled brine...
of dis-con-tent-ment!"
They'd slid around Snippy as they yodelled and now, Avon-style, presented the man to the onlooking workers by running their hands up and down either side of his face -- never touching, of course -- at least until Snippy whirled on them again, then it was bouncing backwards, grabbing ahold of one of the outthrust sensor-arrays on the ship in order to hoist themselves above the crowd.
"But my left-handed man
with the first-degree whine!
That's 'S-N-I-double P P-Y' but shout it like it's thunder!
He'll give you all a sign!
Yes a positive sign--"
Captain had hopped down again, had made a heart-shape with their hands and proceeded to palpitate it over their lumpy sweater-heavy chest
"--to relieve all of your...
re-sent-ment!"