Brap was not exactly built for stealth. In fact, there were days when it took every ounce of his self control to not simply give in to the urge to trample about quite loudly and hit something with his face. It was a private desire. One he kept to himself, and the occasional uni-net chat room. But it was a desire nonetheless. What really brought the desire out in him, was activities like sneaking and slinking and slunking and anything else that wasn’t stomping about and shouting.
Brap carefully without-toes-tippied, gently lifted aside some metallic objects he feared would make a noticeable clanking noise should he have brushed against them, and ever so subtly crept up towards the empty Galacticop cruiser. Stretching out all his senses for the tiniest hint of discovery, Brap inched closer and closer… The door… the door wasn’t even locked… he would simply get inside, lock the doors, and then he could float away… like a rather mischievous angel…
“BRAAAAAAP!” Came Mr. Sploosh’s sudden expulsion. Brap winced, and reigned in his now nearly overwhelming desire to smash his face into the cruiser, and looked around fearfully. Paused, shrugged, and then got into the space cruiser. “Well, that was uneventful.” He thought to himself as he shot skyward, thumbing through the Galacticop’s music selection. “BRAP! I know you can hear me!” Mr. Sploosh something-spherical-and-air-filled-resurfacing-after-being-held-down-underwater-between-your-legs-ed.
Brap winced, “Yes sir. I’ve just commandeered the vehicle and am heading into the stratosphere. This is a delicate operation sir and…”
“They’re using YOUR expense accounts Brap! Those credits are coming directly out of YOUR paycheck!” Brap winced anew. This job would end up costing HIM money by the end of it… if he didn’t need the experience so he could get hired by a real boss… “What are they buying sir?”
Mr. Sploosh paused, “It doesn’t matter. I have their location! Hurry up!” he finished, sending Brap the coordinates.
“Roger sir. Out.” Brap cut him off. He’d found the new “Nuthin’ but a Snarfplat” Album he’d been dying to hear. Elvis was really the only thing that took his mind off of bashing things anyway, and the first track was a pretty good driving tune as well…
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