Please Pass the Toffee Poofs
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"$%#* The boss isn't gonna like this!" Hawaiian shirts and swim
trunks lay
scattered around the hotel room, some hung half off furniture others in shreds
on the
floor. "How am I supposed to get that blasted ring back!" The man
unbuttons his jacket,
calmly rubs his stubby hands through what's left of his hair, and savagely kicks
the green
army bag into the nearest wall; it meets the wall with a muffled thud. The man
picks up
the bag again and slowly turns it around. A plastic tag with Hunks name and
address is
messily scribbled: If lost, send to Castle of Lions, planet Arus or call
www.voltronforce.com. The man smiles to himself; under his breath he mutters
"Gotcha" and types in the address in his visual communicator. A
cheerful young man in
his twenties instantly appears on the screen; the young man runs his hands
behind his
brown hair and leans back in his chair.
"Hi this is Lance. How can I help you?"
"Cut the pleasantries, where's your friend Hunk?"
"Come again?"
"You heard me, where is he."
By now, Lance is sitting up straight and stares at the man suspiciously.
"And who
are you?"
"Listen, I didn't call to chat it up with the likes of you. Now I'm warning
you, you
have two solar clicks to tell me where Hunk is."
Lance looks at the man in disbelief. How could this shrimp talk to him like
that?
Lance then spins around in his chair, jumps up, and crooks his head as if he was
scared.
"Oh, excuse me. I did not know I was dealing with a person of such high
standings. Will
you ever find it in your heart to forgive me? Here, let me make it up to you . .
. I will
personally connect you to Hunk myself."
The man is uncomfortable in Lance's change of heart and shifts his weight
unsteadily. "That won't be necessary, I just want to know where
he's--" The monitor
turns black and the message "line terminated" flashes across the
screen.
"HE CUT ME OFF! I'm gonna KILL him! I'm going to FIND where that jerk
lives and I'm gonna WRING his neck!" The man darkly paced his room. "I
need a
drink."
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"I need a drink." Hunk flops his massive form on the wicker couch
in the room he
and Pidge is sharing, it groans in protest. "Can you get me a Mountain
Dew?"
"Sure, I need one after what just happened." Pidge, walks into the
next room
where the army bag is kept. While shuffling around in the bag, Pidge yells back
to Hunk.
"I can't believe it! Some vacation this turned out to be! We get suckered
into some kind
of 'peace negotiation' and end up having to beat back 'Auntie Mirriom'."
"Look on the bright side little buddy, not everyone gets to call one of
Allura's
relatives 'Auntie'."
"And not everybody gets pumped by them for information on Allura."
There is a
silent pause followed by some intense scrounging through clothing, then the
sound of the
bag being dumped out.
"Hunk, did you drink all the Mountain Dew already?"
"No. I only drank a couple."
"A couple of what? Cases?"
"Hey hey hey!" Hunk pops his head into the room. "Just because
Auntie Mirriom
liked me better does not mean you should take it out on me--" A delicate
'ting' silenced
the two and they look to its producer with wide eyes. It was a ring of high
craftsmanship;
a Belobian Emerald cut so a star glowed off it was nestled by Tanarian rubies
interlaced
with white gold.
"Hunk do you know what this means! We're rich!"
"Uh."
"Hunk don't you understand? Let me put it in your terms, we can buy all the
Mountain Dew we want."
"Isn't that the cursed ring of Tanaria?"
"Curse, schmers, right now its reward money is the key to our
happiness!"
"Besides, the curse is not real, it's not like it's going to affect
us."
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The door to his room slides open with a weak hiss. It was good to get off
from
patrolling the airwaves and dealing with jerks, and that last jerk was no
picnic. Lance
smiles to himself for a job well done. He could have done worse things, but that
guy was
not worth getting worked up about. He reaches for the light switch as the door
to his
room hisses back on its track. A short balding man is sitting on Lance's 'comfy
chair'
with a laser aimed right at Lance's head.
"Hello Operator. Mind assisting me?"
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