Love and Politics... Hell Yeah!!

*queeq finishes Dim's eggs*

Sorry, there a bit late, there.

*queeq is mumbling behind the bar: "What if the storyboards are real? Could be, couldn't it, I wonder, yes I think so, or not, maybe it' s real...*

queeq out

*stumbles in after having a bad dream, looks around to see if anyone's in sight*

Hellooooooooo...
I had a bad dream and need someone to comfort me....
*curls up in a booth and nods off*

Come here *hugs Dim*, you look very beautiful in that outfit. I think I need to make one with a dreamcatcher to chase your nasty dreams away.

Here, a hot Blue Milk.

queeq out

Thanks queeqer..
*smiles and drinks her milk*
This one was pretty bad...contagous parasites and jets landing with smoke coming out the engines...a bunch of them landing in a row...
*sighs and nestles into the booth cushions*

*shudders when using only a slight Beardi Force vision into Dim's feelings*

Boy I must keep my thoughts to myself. Your dreams scare to hair off my legs.

queeq out

Good think you weren't around when I dreamt of L. Ron Hubbard's severed head...
*smiles*

Dim, so much fear do you have in your subconscious, do you have? severed heads, my, what agression pursues you. beware of the baldi side approaching your dreams to destroy you or draw you from the beardiness of your soul, and sole, too.

*shudder, beard tremble, shudder*

Must...stop...Beard-o-vision... now....too...much....

*queeq tugs beard very hard*

I'm better now.

queeq out

So...you think I should worry about a cryogenically frozen severed head in a canister in a shed in my Mom's backyard?...Hmmmm *nods* What about the drunk homeless women who talk to me when I go to the ghettos full of old Victorian homes? What's that about?

Go to the ghettos to help raise the consciousness of those who languish there and for the public's education that sisters have fallen and can't get up, the halfway of being lost to the baldi side, yet hanging in there hoping a jedi knight of sufficient beardiness to come show them the way to the light.

Hmmm, my shrink said it probably reflected my poor self esteem...and the women we're aspects of me with advice that I wasn't willing to listen too even though I knew I should...but he was a Hutt..so I'll go with you take on the dream

We must never forsake those who have fallen, lest we lose sight of the real purpose of being chosen, trained, and risen to the beardiness of the knighthood. until totally destroyed, those who have fallen, can again rise and return to the light, as a matter of choice, as Vader did before his demise.

Walks in with Shaving Cream and A huge razor:

I hear there are some scruffy varmits around here. I don't take well to hair. I'm looking to shave the whole lot of you.

*somewhere, down the block in the Cantina, a beard is heard screaming*

*shoeless busts into the cafe with both light weapons ablazin'. He;s prepared to inflict some major damage with his kendo skills*

Who are u Baldbeardlessjedi?! Who sent u!

*BobaPhil enters the cafe, an uneasy feeling washes over him. He holds his lightsabre with a finger on the ignition*

Shoeless, you here?

BobaPhil! It's the apprentice of the Baldi Lord! He has massive amounts of shaving cream and a double ended light razor....prepare for the showdown of your life

BBJ jumps from behind the bar, ignites his saber and trims BobaPhils beard with his saber.

Then he burst out the door, with the fallen beard

*a feeling of calm washes over BobaPhil as he summons the inner Beardi. he ignites his sabre*

Lets go

Crap what happened?! That guy's nutty fast!

BobaPhil, are u ok?!

*BobaPhil looks around trying to "feel" where the baldi is*


I got a little cooked but im OK.

BobaPhil, we need to be strong....Go to the Cantina and keep an eye out. Contact me with your beard if there's any trouble. There's something I must do....

*Boba leaves for the cantina*

*shoeless leaves his beardi aura in the cafe to moniter things. He then exits through the secret underground tunnels*

*queeq sees hair on the ground and shakes his head*

queeq out