"I have no idea," said Pock.
"It's a Furry ship!" said Snotty.
"How do you know?" asked Jerk.
"Because it has fur all over it," Snotty replied.
"That's no reason!" said Jerk.
"It is a logical reason, King," said Pock.
"Aye, sir, it sure is," Snotty backed him up.
Jerk's communicator beeped. "Yes?" he said.
"Nurse Church is dead," said Cartlidge.
"But that's impossible!!!" Jerk cried in disbelief.
"Shh!" said Cartlidge. "It's just another one of her trickes to get Pock to like her."
"Ahh," said Jerk. "Mr. Pock! Report to the morgue at once!"
"King," said Lt. You Horta. "The Furry ship is hailing us."
"Cartlidge to Jerk," said Jerk's communicator.
"Yes?"
"Mr. Pock has commited suicide!!!"
"Why?" asked Jerk.
"Duh! Nurse Chapel loves him, I just told you that. She tried to make him go back to her quarters and..."
"I get the point, Cartlidge. Try and get him back alive."
"But he's dead King. I'll do it anyway. Positive results! Pock will be right up."
"You Horta, reply to the Furries."
"Ay sir."
"Surrender or die!" said a Furry.
"What do you mean?" asked Jerk.
"Surrender or die, you idiot!"
"No, no, I'm a Jerk."
"You will die!"
"I know. That happens to everyone. I'm not immortal!"
"You sure act like it," muttered Zulu.
"You Horta, swich to mute. Cartlidge come up here and annoy the Furries."
"Be right there."
"I wanna help!" said Pock, entering the bridge. "I'm good at annoying people."
"I could have told ya that!" Zulu said.
"What did you say?" asked Pock.
"Jerk," said You Horta. "The Furry said he would start selling tickets for the fight tonight."
"How much?"
"12 dollars."
"Rip off!"
"He said it."
"Checkmark, get on the set," Jerk shouted.
Checkmark runs on with two dribbles in his hands.
"Yes?"
"Tell the IRS the Furry is trying to rip us off."
"We're in the fight! We don't have to pay!"
"I was going to say...500 people times $12 is a lot."
"Sir, the furry is hailing us," said You Horta.
"On screen."
"Why have you called the IRS???" the Furry yelled.
"You have over charged us."
"I have not."
"Do you want this to be a fight?" asked Jerk.
"I gotta go!" said the Furry.
"Why? Are you afraid?"
"No, I really gotta go."
"Oh! Then go!"
A distinctive flush is heard and then a sign of releif and the Furry walks back onto the screen, trailing toilet paper from his shoe.
"I would recommend we call the IRS again and tell them these guys are cheating on their back taxes," said Pock.
"How do you know that?" asked Jerk.
"Logic and the fact that he's using gold plated toilet paper."
"WHAT?!"
"Look at his shoe."
"Oh. O.k. Back to buisiness. 12 bucks is a ripoff."
"O.k. 13 then," said the Furry.
"Nope."
"How about $50?"
"That's my kind of deal!"
"Wait a second. I have a feeling that I'm paying too much."
"All in your head."
"Beaming over the money. $50 times 500 people."
"I'm rich and I tricked you! Hahahahaha! Wanna buy some girl scout cookies?"
"O.k. How much?"
"Captain..."
"Not now Pock."
"See you at the fight," said the Furry.
"O.k."
The screen goes blank.
"Cartlidge what have I done?" asked Jerk.
"What you didn't have to do but always do anyway. Act dumb and get your money stolen."
"Weren't you supposed to say something about turning death into a fighting chance to live."
"No that's dumb. We're going to be killed in an hour. Besides, I'm a doctor, not a cue card. Oh wait I am a cue card!"
To be continued...