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[holesomelanguage]

Yeah, reckon my luck's good as ever right now, so I oughta keep goin'.

[ He goes for the marble this time, quiet as the vision hits him, but his expression goes more solemn than surprised. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he's about to tell him he's going to jinx himself saying that, but . . . ]

. . . all right?

[holesomelanguage]

--Yeah, it... turned inta a scifi alla sudden. Some company descended from 'nother planet- gave us translators an' tried ta negotiate with us fer... our planet? Wanted ta mine it.

[throughbamboo]

. . . ya got aliens comin' down askin' for yer planet.

[what happened to cowboys??]

[holesomelanguage]

[ What happened to his Western!! ]

Yup. Most o' them looked human, fer reference but- Shit, it was jus' fuckin' weird, but we didn't want none o' what they were sellin'. Cut off 'round there.

[throughbamboo]

It sounds real weird, 'specially compared to what ya just showed me. That sounds like it's straight outta some alien movie.

[holesomelanguage]

An' here I was thinkin' it looked like jus' the kinda life I'd like ta dream 'bout...

[throughbamboo]

Maybe it still is, if y'all are tellin' the aliens to fuck off.

[holesomelanguage]

We sure were, an' here's hopin' it worked. Them corporate types didn't seem like the kind ta take kindly ta a rejection.

[throughbamboo]

Maybe you an' yer gang made 'em accept the rejection. Those types always need a good kick in the ass.

[holesomelanguage]

Hah, reckon so! If'n he's anythin' like me, he wouldn't have taken any o' that bullshit layin' down.

[throughbamboo]

See, 'zactly. Cowboys ain't the kind to do that either.

[holesomelanguage]

... S'weird ta be a lil jealous o' some alternate version o' me?

[throughbamboo]

[he shakes his head a little bit, smiling a bit]

I don't think it is. Said he's got the kind of life ya want, right?

[holesomelanguage]

Yeah... livin' that kind o' free sounds like a real dream.

[throughbamboo]

Think anyone'd be jealous, y'know? That guy sounds like he's livin' the life he wants to live.

[holesomelanguage]

Heh... thanks. Feel a lil better- was feelin' real weird 'bout it.

[throughbamboo]

[does he say something about what he's suspects . . .

Nah, not yet. Nudges him with an elbow]

Don't gotta thank me for that. I wouldn't think anythin' yer feelin' is weird.

[holesomelanguage]

These some words o' experience yer sharin'?

[throughbamboo]

'Course they are. Everythin' I say is wise.

[holesomelanguage]

Shit- ya got me there!

Okay, I'm feelin' good. Let's git 'nother goin'!

[throughbamboo]

Heh, then pick out another one and do it.

[holesomelanguage]

[ Picking up the feather and- ]

[ He goes still and just looks deeply confused. ]

... What in tarnation was that.

[throughbamboo]

More aliens?

[holesomelanguage]

So.

What if I told ya I was at a dance party with an Aria I know as the DJ an' I was dancin' up on a billboard with a bullet in mah teeth an' suddenly the sky exploded an' monkeys poured out 'cept they turned inta people as they did an' some modern day ninja I knew came out too.

Think I mighta also seen a friend o' mine in there too, there was a lot goin' on.