Don't Press The Red Button

Who: Barf and Rika
Where: Blue Dwarf Hallway
When: After the confusion
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Well, Barf honestly didn't see this can of beans open. Seeing that a
cooperation was
established, Barf did his best to describe just what exactly that microwave was,
"That's
a bomb."
"Is it a French bomb?" the security gaurd asked.
Wanting to get off the subject of his poor grades in history, Barf kept on the
subject:
"Microwave bombs are the easiest way to pass the security scan. The only thing
is,
not too many species can lug that heavy equipment without looking suspicious."
"You sure know a lot about bombs," she said. "My name's Rika."
"You'd be suprised just how many types of bombs can be seen in the mining
business," Barf explained.
"You're a miner?"
"Danger Management." Of course, she was confused of this job discription, and
he
happily explained, "I'm the guy they trust to prevent danger by any means. Many
lives
are saved on my account. It's a highly needed position in the mining business.
I do
know how to be a miner as well, and I always help out." The freak was about to
think
about waking up, but Barf quickly remedied the situation.
"Are you a shape shifter?" Rika asked.
"No."
"But your appearance. . ."
"Ever heard of a melting pot?"
"I guess so."
"Ever heard of Modern Art?"
"Sure."
"Well, I'm what you get when you melt Modern Art in a pot," Barf said. "My
family is
very complicated. Yet I'm the only one that came out like this. I really can't
control
anything like my other family members."
"What do they call that?"
"I call it Medium Rare, with barbeque sause," Barf said. "I'd like to chat
more, but this
here Eggplant needs to be held up. It's probably time to call the rest of
security, or the
captin. Of course, if you would like to handle this yourself, by all means."