Cowboy Bebop Thumbnail Theatre: Episode 4: Gateway Shuffle

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	Faye: Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody... out there?

Jet: Now it's my turn to provide the exposition for this week's episode.

Spike: So shoot.

Jet: Umm, okay, so... sea rats, environmental terrorists, interplanetary PETA, blahblahblah.

Spike: I'm a meat-eatin' man mahself. How's them thar Ganymede sea rats taste, anyway?

Jet: Like three-week-old ASS.

Spike: Screw it then. Lobster: Dish of choice for the impoverished!

Jet: Dude, bounty head. Check it.

Morgan: I'd like the menu item that tastes the most like three-week-old ASS, please.

Twinkle: Are you sure about that?

Space Warriors: What she said!

Morgan: Hur hur. Y'all're wearin' stupid hats.

Space Warriors: YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!! *BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM*

Jet: Holey bounty head, Batman! That's 6 million woolongs down the tube!

Spike: Why take 6 when you can get 25? Twenty-five or six to fo-o-o-our, yeah!

Twinkle: Watch the gun, you'll ruin my Gibson Girl coif.

Faye: Hey, what's this scrap heap doing out here? And why's there a guy in it?

Faye: Zuh?

Faye: Can I eat it?

Jet: Holy bounty head again, Batman! That's 25 million woolongs down the tube!

Spike: Dude, Batman sucks. Call me Bruce Lee.

Jet: ...but you can call me Robin...

Twinkle: Unlike the lackeys you encountered in the last episode, mine are competent enough to threaten the ISSP into dropping my bounty.

Space Warriors: You said it, ma! We've got ALL 8 MILLION CITIZENS OF GANYMEDE as our hostages!

Jet: Wow, how'd you fit 'em all into one room?

Spike: Incoming message from grouchy hottie.

Faye: Hellooooooo, againnnn, hello.

Jet: Oh, this is rich.

Spike: What do you MEAN you spent all the money I so doofus-ly let you steal from under my nose?

Faye: Well, hey, you know... all those company parties were necessary for morale, and we got a vintage foosball table and Peruvian leather beanbag chairs, and after all those expenses, there was no funding left to actually keep our servers working and our products shipped, so ... you know, stuff happens!

Jet: How gauche.

Ganymede Police Chief: WHAT? The Space Warriors are holding all 8 million citizens hostage?! How'd they get them all into one room?!

Bob: So, Jet, you guys gonna turn over the Edwardian Anorexia Nightmare now, or what?

Jet: I could do that. Or maybe I could tell the ISSP about some shady drug deals you did in the past.

Bob: I'll see what I can do about getting that bounty back on.

Spike: Dammit, why won't this hourglass-thingy open?! Maybe I should kick it. Or shoot it. Always works with pickle jars.

Twinkle: Um.

Spike: *BLAM BLAM BLAM* hey, it's like the Blue Water - but orange!

Twinkle: I, ahh, I think I'll be going back to my ship now.

Space Warriors: Let's give those lousy meat-eaters a taste of what's in store!

Harrison: Oh my god, I was wrong! It was Ganymede all along, you finally made a monkey out of me...

Spike: I love legitimate theatre.

Jet: Stuff it. Bounty time!

Faye: OOH! OOH! Me too!

Spike: Shove off, wench! It's time for me to deliver the worst dialogue in this entire series.

Jet: And it's time for ME to deliver the Bad Science!

Faye: Cripes.

Twinkle: That's my line.

Spike: Two bounties lost in one day. Whose presence could possibly jinx us so?

Faye: You guys mind if I stick around for another 21 episodes?

Spike: Long as I get to walk in in you in the shower.

Faye: *BLAM BLAM BLAM*

Jet: Ohh, those wacky kids!