User blog:Bzero/Overheard on Spaceball-1

Two Junkions drink at the Salty Spittoon bar on Spaceball-1. One sits quietly, staring down into his drink. One leans backward against the bar, glancing between his companion and the rest of the bar itself. The standing Junkion is overheard talking.

"So," he says, "It looks like Big-Time never made it off the Star." He reaches over and grabs his drink. "With Spec-Tor and Os-Kar gone, who does that leave in charge? Ar-Gent Silverfinger?  He seems the most likely candidate, but he did leave us to die.  Not that I wouldn’t do the same – no offense.”

The sitting Junkion doesn’t even grunt in response, and merely continues staring into his drink.

The standing Junkion sips his own drink, and continues, “Sci-Nide did save us – even saved Ar-Gent’s henchmen, who Silverfinger left behind. I guess he should have my loyalty, then, although I have to admit – he gives me the creeps.” The Junkion takes another drink.

His companion remains silent.

“So I guess what I’m saying is, we have a leadership vacuum. I mean, anything goes. Even we could become capo de tutti capi of Evil, Inc. Can you imagine that? You an’ me, runnin’ things, hitting the mattresses against Wreck-Gar and Nancy?”

The sitting Junkion doesn’t comment.

“I guess, though, the most we can look forward to is maybe moving up on the ladder. Maybe even become caporegimes. That would be sweet, compare.”

The standing Junk turns and slaps his friend on the shoulder. “Great talking to you, man. You really provide a lot of insight. We’re going places, goomba. Together.”

The standing Junkion finishes his drink and orders another one before launching into another topic.