The commotion in the lounge was drowned out by the roar of the Planet Express ship as it descended, a little the worse for whatever hazards it had encountered on its journey. Fry could see a few nicks and scratches in the paintwork and a nasty scorch mark on the starboard wing.
The second the ship touched down an incredibly pale-faced Yancy came tearing down the gangway and underneath the balcony to the lockers. Fry almost tipped head-first over the railing as he tried to watch his brother though, fortunately, Amy managed to catch the back of his jacket before he fell. He smiled a thanks at her and trotted down the stairs to the lockers.
Locker-rooms always look the same and always have that distinct slightly damp leathery smell no matter how well theyre cared for. Of course this one was no different, though Fry did notice there wasnt the usual odour of stale Slurm about the place. When I get back Ill clean out my locker, he thought. And then he frowned. That was assuming he ever got back.
Hey, Yancy? Bro? Fry edged through the locker-room, listening cautiously. Yancy hadnt looked very happy in the brief glimpse Fry had of him, there was no telling how hed act, and he wasnt keen on getting into a shouting match so soon after the last one. He eventually reached the bathroom. It was locked.
A loud groan was the only answer he got at first. Fry was just wondering if he should try and break in to help his brother when the lock shot back and Yancy emerged, shaking and pale. He leaned on the door-frame for support and groaned again.
Its insane. Yancy wiped his sleeve across his mouth. He stumbled over to the benches and sat down heavily. Its absolutely, utterly insane...
Yancy gestured across the hangar at the ship. Veklerov was walking around it, inspecting the hull with scan-o-scope goggles panted firmly on his face, making notes on a computer pad. Fry shrugged and sat down next to his brother. He looked incredibly pale.
Its just the ship.
Just... youre kidding, right? That thing goes out into space! You can die in space!
You can die down here just as easily you know, Fry retorted, his mind running back over the many, many times hed almost died right out on the streets of New New York.
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