Regalingualius posted:

As soon as the thought hits you, you start trembling and unconsciously shaking your head at the memory of the last time Gazzix caught you drinking on the job. After a few moments, though, you start rationalizing it away, remembering that he's on duty for the kids' deck for at least another couple of hours.

After taking a few tentative scans of the (totally empty) bar to reassure yourself that you're safe, you soon work up the nerve to start preparing the bar's specialty: the Pangalactic Gargleblaster (trademark pending, outlawed in seven galaxies and dozens of worlds). Before long, you've done it! You've brewed the drink suspected to be the main weapon in the genocide of the Duuhs-Bahgz, the nectar that can irradiate five city blocks with just one sip, and a highly carcinogenic alternative ship fuel in a pinch!



Once you're done preparing the drink, you pour out a glass for yourself, then nervously raise it up to your lips...



Gazzik's Theme



Oh, gently caress



"What the gently caress is THIS, Apple?!"

Oh no, looks like you've been caught by Gazzix "Six Dicks" Hizzix! He's a retired space pirate captain turned space restaurant manager. According to the rumors you've heard over the years, the nickname comes from him supposedly ripping off and surgically grafting the manhoods of every rival captain his crew ran into. And judging by his reaction, he might be about to be known as "the Seven-Dicked Slayer" if you don't act fast.

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(really though, dunno if I can keep "drawing" at this rate. It takes effort to be this bad at Paint)