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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-12-26 11:54 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-12-26 11:54 am
Some Sushi Place with Bad Yelp Reviews; Earth Dimension [Replacement]; Tuesday Evening, 12/26.
And so they all sat, Jerry and Summer and Morty and Keara, at a table at a nice Japanese restaurant, Jerry dedicated to using his new powers to master the chopsticks that he could never master before with his hands. He wasn't doing very well, but Keara seemed fine with helping him out a little
"I thought warrior priestesses could only leave Krootabulon on a hunt," said Morty, and he tried a bit of a nervous grin. "I hope it's not human season!"
"I’m on Earth hunting the Varrix," Keara said, narrowing her eyes as she uttered that spiteful word, but she softened again as she reached for Jerry's hand. "I would never hunt a human. Your father and I are soul-bonded."
"Soul-bonded?" Morty's eyes went wide.
"Um," Summer interjected, starting sweetly but dropping the act quickly, "does your planet have shorter days? Because you guys are moving kind of fast, no?"
But Keara wasn't listening, turning her head as she sniffered the air, her attention going straight toward a waiter pushing a cart. No sooner had she noticed him that the waiter jumped back, ripping off his skin to reveal a grey and emaciated goblin-looking creature. He tried to escape, jumping from table to table as the diners all gasped and screamed in horror.
"Go get him, honey!" Jerry called after Keara as she stood from the table and phase-shifted away, then chuckled as he turned to his kids, his voice adoring. "She’s always hunting. She probably knew a Varrix worked here, and that’s why she said the Yelp reviews didn’t matter."
"Dad," said Morty after he and Summer watched wide-eyed through the window at Keara's pursuit of the Varrix, leaping up the building across the street to battle on the roof, "do you understand how serious Krootabulon soul-bonding is?"
"Uh, gee, Morty," Jerry shot back, sarcasm dripping in his voice, "I don’t know. It’s got such a casual name. If you want to lecture anyone about commitment, start with your mom."
"Oh. My God," Summer rolled her eyes. "Dad, is that what this is about? Are you rushing into a new thing to get back at Mom?"
"Every weekend, you two have told me to move on!" Jerry argued.
"Move on, like, out of bed!" Summer said, throwing up her hands in frustration. "Like, stop using paper towels for toilet paper, not move on into a sloppy rebound."
"Dad, you need to slow down," Morty added, "rethink this soul bond."
"Why don’t you just say what you really mean?" Jerry said. "You think it’s cool that having sex with her gives me telekinesis, and you recognize she’s got a hot bod like Cheetara in Thundercats, but you’re grossed out by her avocado-shaped head and blue skin, and you think I want to put a bag and a wig on her head."
The staring and glaring and lack of response from Summer and Morty should have told him that's not at all what they were thinking, but he coninued anyway.
"After all the time and energy I spent teaching you two about race," he said, while, outside, Keara finally overpowered the Varrix and ended him with a simple, descisive stab, "you ended up racist."
Keara flashed back into her seat. "Soon, your world will be rid of Varrix," she said. "Tomorrow, we celebrate."
"We could take the kids to the amusement park!" Jerry said happily.
"We celebrate," Keara countered, lifting a fist, "with a hunt!"
"Ooh! You kids want to hunt?"
And what else could Summer and Morty do but agree, chiming in with a severely underwhelmed "Yes," staring down at their half-eaten sushi?
[[again transcribed from S03E09, "The ABC's of Beth," to be continued tomorrow with the hunt! But Summer's available for texts or calls if'n anyone needs or wants to poke at her!]]
"I thought warrior priestesses could only leave Krootabulon on a hunt," said Morty, and he tried a bit of a nervous grin. "I hope it's not human season!"
"I’m on Earth hunting the Varrix," Keara said, narrowing her eyes as she uttered that spiteful word, but she softened again as she reached for Jerry's hand. "I would never hunt a human. Your father and I are soul-bonded."
"Soul-bonded?" Morty's eyes went wide.
"Um," Summer interjected, starting sweetly but dropping the act quickly, "does your planet have shorter days? Because you guys are moving kind of fast, no?"
But Keara wasn't listening, turning her head as she sniffered the air, her attention going straight toward a waiter pushing a cart. No sooner had she noticed him that the waiter jumped back, ripping off his skin to reveal a grey and emaciated goblin-looking creature. He tried to escape, jumping from table to table as the diners all gasped and screamed in horror.
"Go get him, honey!" Jerry called after Keara as she stood from the table and phase-shifted away, then chuckled as he turned to his kids, his voice adoring. "She’s always hunting. She probably knew a Varrix worked here, and that’s why she said the Yelp reviews didn’t matter."
"Dad," said Morty after he and Summer watched wide-eyed through the window at Keara's pursuit of the Varrix, leaping up the building across the street to battle on the roof, "do you understand how serious Krootabulon soul-bonding is?"
"Uh, gee, Morty," Jerry shot back, sarcasm dripping in his voice, "I don’t know. It’s got such a casual name. If you want to lecture anyone about commitment, start with your mom."
"Oh. My God," Summer rolled her eyes. "Dad, is that what this is about? Are you rushing into a new thing to get back at Mom?"
"Every weekend, you two have told me to move on!" Jerry argued.
"Move on, like, out of bed!" Summer said, throwing up her hands in frustration. "Like, stop using paper towels for toilet paper, not move on into a sloppy rebound."
"Dad, you need to slow down," Morty added, "rethink this soul bond."
"Why don’t you just say what you really mean?" Jerry said. "You think it’s cool that having sex with her gives me telekinesis, and you recognize she’s got a hot bod like Cheetara in Thundercats, but you’re grossed out by her avocado-shaped head and blue skin, and you think I want to put a bag and a wig on her head."
The staring and glaring and lack of response from Summer and Morty should have told him that's not at all what they were thinking, but he coninued anyway.
"After all the time and energy I spent teaching you two about race," he said, while, outside, Keara finally overpowered the Varrix and ended him with a simple, descisive stab, "you ended up racist."
Keara flashed back into her seat. "Soon, your world will be rid of Varrix," she said. "Tomorrow, we celebrate."
"We could take the kids to the amusement park!" Jerry said happily.
"We celebrate," Keara countered, lifting a fist, "with a hunt!"
"Ooh! You kids want to hunt?"
And what else could Summer and Morty do but agree, chiming in with a severely underwhelmed "Yes," staring down at their half-eaten sushi?
[[again transcribed from S03E09, "The ABC's of Beth," to be continued tomorrow with the hunt! But Summer's available for texts or calls if'n anyone needs or wants to poke at her!]]