ryan: *on phone* yeah. yeah, i'll get him.
ryan: yo min! it's a job! we got a job!
min gi: whoa, what?
ryan: *on phone* whatever you say.
ryan: *hangs up*
ryan: we're catching a trip down south.
ryan: it's, you know. miami.
min: this is incredible!
ryan: gig, shmig, as long as i'm with you, hon.
*they kiss*
min: so who hired us, anyway...
ryan: he said his name was "purple plants."
ryan: he wants us as a bodyguard.
min: that seems supsicious.
ryan: this place is really, uh, stacked to the nines apparently. it's miami. just the city.
min: it beats languishing here. doing nothing. going nowhere. under the rabbit's bootheel.
ryan: it's all very legitimate, i'm told.
min: okay.
ryan: we'll even be able to perform in the cantina!
min: oh!!!
ryan: i'm excited. air fare is included. it's a new contract under negotiation with the brothers.
min: you really did it, didn't you babe.
ryan: WE did it.
previously;
lakme - the flower duet.
morpheus (sandman): i am pleased to accept the silver trophy for placing second in the volleyball tournament. if i'd been on my a-game, it'd have been the gold. semper darth miami!
mayor vader: let's hear it for our guest of honor.
crowd: applauding.
pibby: *with sniper rifle on sand-encrusted hillock not far away*
pibby: i got this.
*steadying breath*
pibby: *centering laser on the head of morpheus from sandman*
pibby: 3...
pibby: 2...
pibby: 1...
pibby: *whispering, under breath* now!
walkie talkie: *buzzes*
pibby: *shoots her shot right as the walkie talkie startles her*
pibby: FUCK!
in the middle of the air, a lone bullet whizzes through the suspended firmament. it grazes the ear of one morpheus (from sandman, not matrix, let's not get it twisted). a second bullet, the familiar calling card of the amateur assassin, the "panic bullet" so many clowns and noobs fire after the first one misses its fatal mark, usually missing as well! hits mayor vader in the abdomen.
mayor vader: AUGH!
chewy: *snarling* (oh man! oh god! they got my dude, dude!)
harry: cor!
pibby: *on walkie talkie* we're screwed. calling for immediate extraction, over! *looking behind her*
jason: *silence* *unsheathes katana*
pibby: man, this sucks! where do they find these guys?
bun-bun is in the helicopter, extending a rope ladder. so pibby makes her escape, barely. jason is just kind of gawking and visibly swinging his katana aimlessly. he wasn't really motivated this time. it was a beautiful attempt at a death. jason thinks to himself, that in the hands of a skilled markswoman, a sniper rifle is like a melodious instrument. and pibby is no skilled markswoman. they'll sell anyone an AR 15, these days, he thinks. still, it was bad vibes to pull aggro on his best friend, mayor vader.
boba: oh man, they really nailed him. buddy it's gonna be okay. we've cheated and we're gonna cheat again.
vader: i feel... cold...
morpheus: *inhales, exhales on the wound* *a miasma of dust ensconces it and vader sleeps, and dreams he is a giraffe. why?*
morpheus: she is not here. and it is not your time, friend vader.
morpheus: still, this was an attempt on my life. i may need to take... precautions...
morpheus: thank you for hosting me, in this time.
morpheus: *vanishes in a strange cloud, purple*
the sun is setting, which everyone knows means a mellow retreat at chewy's cantina. spidey brings the pizza. egon brings the ecto cooler. mayor vader is laid in a hammock and swings idly in the breeze. it's a time of thanking the world for life, and counting one's blessings. easter is on its way.