"And to reward you," she continued, "we are willing to trade your freedom for his capture."
The scientist seemed to consider this only briefly, which was far longer than Pleakley thought was necessary to decide such a thing. "Six-Two-Six will not come easily... maybe a direct hit from plasma cannon might stun him long enough to--"
Plasma cannon? Stun? What kind of creature was this thing which was so obviously on its way to ravage a defenseless wildlife preserve?
"Plasma cannon granted. Do we have a bargain, Doctor Jumba?"
Pleakley finally got his mouth in gear. "B-b-but it's a delicate planet!" He lowered his voice. "Who's going to control him?" Plasma cannon indeed!
"You will."
Oh, well that was a relief. "Very good, Your Highness, I..." Wait, he would? "I... didn't quite... Uh, you're not joking!"
The Grand Councilwoman was gone, though, leaving the agent alone with the convicted mad scientist. "So, tell me, my little one-eyed one," Jumba began, leaning toward Pleakley rather uncomfortably close, "On what poor, pitiful, defenseless planet has my monstrosity been unleashed?"
"Uh... it's, uh... it's uh..."
Jumba slapped him across the back. "I have never heard of Uhitsaitsa, but I am hoping for to not destroy more than half of it!"
It was then that Pleakley realized his career was finished.
- A Stitch in Time
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
The scientist seemed to consider this only briefly, which was far longer than Pleakley thought was necessary to decide such a thing. "Six-Two-Six will not come easily... maybe a direct hit from plasma cannon might stun him long enough to--"
Plasma cannon? Stun? What kind of creature was this thing which was so obviously on its way to ravage a defenseless wildlife preserve?
"Plasma cannon granted. Do we have a bargain, Doctor Jumba?"
Pleakley finally got his mouth in gear. "B-b-but it's a delicate planet!" He lowered his voice. "Who's going to control him?" Plasma cannon indeed!
"You will."
Oh, well that was a relief. "Very good, Your Highness, I..." Wait, he would? "I... didn't quite... Uh, you're not joking!"
The Grand Councilwoman was gone, though, leaving the agent alone with the convicted mad scientist. "So, tell me, my little one-eyed one," Jumba began, leaning toward Pleakley rather uncomfortably close, "On what poor, pitiful, defenseless planet has my monstrosity been unleashed?"
"Uh... it's, uh... it's uh..."
Jumba slapped him across the back. "I have never heard of Uhitsaitsa, but I am hoping for to not destroy more than half of it!"
It was then that Pleakley realized his career was finished.
- A Stitch in Time
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.