The King Is Back, Long Live The King

[whyarewehere]

Grif was back, and he was back with a vengeance.

Or at least, he was lounging on the Obs Deck. It was kind of difficult to pick up the vengeance with which he was doing this, but he was almost making a point out of it.

Grif was on a couch, chilling, and any ceiling voices that had a problem with that could go...

go...

go do something that was insulting to ceiling voice computers with psychological problems, anyway.

Congrats, crew, one (or the only) of your (least?) favorite pieces of orange-armored furniture has returned from the test chambers. Rejoice! (Or not.)

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[whyarewehere]

"Hey, it ain't broke," Grif replied with a one-shouldered shrug, scarcely missing a beat.

He did not, however, sit upright. That would've been too much effort.

[poetrysoldier]

"I guess so. You think you could sit upright? Or do I need to get Samus here?" Of course Samus isn't there on the ship, but Grif might not know that.

[whyarewehere]

Grif bristled defensively.

"...She's not here, is she?"

Good guess, Ash.

[poetrysoldier]

Amused, Ashley grinned evilly. "She may be. She might not be. Do you want to take a chance that she is here and make you work?"

[whyarewehere]

Grif remained still, squinting at Ashley's face from behind the visor.

"You're bluffing," he said.

He wasn't sure. But maybe if he said it out loud, it would make it true.

[poetrysoldier]

The evil smile never once left her face. After all, if Grif wanted to play like that... She certainly could as well.

"Maybe not."

[whyarewehere]

Grif was silent for several seconds, thinking over his options. Which way would he go on this...

"You're bluffing and she's not," he decided finally.

And he flopped back out on the meat couch, limp as a rag.

[poetrysoldier]

Ash chuckled softly, sometimes it was too easy. "Okay, so I was messing with you. But it could have been worse than just me, you know?"

[whyarewehere]

"Yeah, it could've been Kang and Samus' horrific, scaley lovechild," Grif replied darkly.