Spaw awoke with a band of Forgleflotts chattering madly and pointing at him. Through a pair of eyes which were desperately trying to stay closed and away from the bright light produced by the radiant energy of the excited Forgleflotts, he perceived that he was on the floor in some kind of corner in the starship's tavern. Having spent a brief period of time on Berambulbo, home planet of the 'Flotts, he manged to translate enough to understand their excitement was due to outrage that he had evidently urinated on one of their number the night before. He slowly arose and now towered over them. Looking down he began to unzip and the little glowing 3 headed computer specialists scattered in all directions. He hated computers and all the techno-beings who loved them.

He had a tremendous headache owing to an overdose of Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters he'd downed last night. After wandering about the ship for a long time he had finally located the tavern and ordered up. The last time he'd been this far gone on Gargle Blasters had been a night long ago when he and an old friend, Billy the Trid, had destroyed the lounge at the Betelgeusian Teleport Station.

He and Billy had met at the Galactic Sacrolumbar Reformatory for Pain in the Ass Juveniles. They'd hit it off right away, but Billy had gone on to great fame throughout the universe as a space pirate and scoundrel extraordinaire, whereas Spaw had pissed away his life as a space bum and scrounger of some note. Their paths crossed over time and it was always interesting. It was at this moment that that Spaw noticed that strange feeling. Not foreboding, not excitement........nothing you could really put your finger on, but just a "feeling" of a certain inevitability, like one gets before a good crap. But this one he recognized as different. He knew that Billy was coming, was quite nearby in fact. He'd never known how this worked and he didn't particularly care. It was another in the myriad mysteries of the universe that others fretted over but troubled Spaw not in the least.

He picked up his bag, emptied out the possum poop, and went in search of the ship's laundry. Might as well look good for Billy's arrival. The guy was always surroudeded by beautiful creatures and he'd occasionally been the beneficiary of the overflow.

Spaw