The magical taste of intergalactic conquest. pt.2

"Wow," said a voice in soft amazement, "you are very good at puking in that urn."

"Lots of practice." remarked another.

"I wish I were as good as you at puking in urns, but I'm not good at anything." said the first voice rather sadly.

"At least you can vomit, I can't even drink. Or eat for that matter." said a third, "Though, all worthy sacrifices for being ten times smarter than all of you combined I suppose."

"Shut up X4, so one cares about your oversized head."

The second voice stifled a snicker.

I looked up blearily.

There stood four of each of three of my best friends, Altonzax Netroid the third, Lio Stow'wd 5x7 to the power of 2, and 6428-X4700.

"Hey mans," I said equally as blearily.

"Hi X-zar," said Al happily, "you look really magnificent, are you enjoying your evening?"

"Were these all really Pan-Galactic Gargle-Blasters?" asked Lio, indicating the 15 empty glasses scattered around the floor, genuinely impressed, and more than a little jealous. He had only ever been able to drink 5, and this resulted in waking up in the hospital three weeks later on life support.

"Yes," I replied, "but after the fifth I kept misplacing them, think they must have run off."

Lio eyed the 10 charred blotches on various surfaces around the room. Looks as if they'd been spilled.

"Probably thought they'd take a nice vacation with the rest of your clothes." X4 bleeped emotionlessly.

6428-X4700 was a robot, therefore was unaffected by people's lack of clothing. Not that it was an uncommon occurrence, I seem to misplace my clothing quite often.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, wobbling slightly and grabbing at the multicolored lights dancing about in front of my face.

"We've been traveling for over 2 Scanthrapillian days with you, moron." replied Lio delicately.

"Oh," I said, thinking this over, "have we had a good time?"

"Not as good a time as you've just apparently had." remarked X4

I thought about this, too.

"Captain X-zar..." said the navigator sort of nervously, peering around at me from the hyperspace controls, "we seem to have a problem."

"Orange." I offered.

"She'll be with you in a moment, Red, what's the problem?" Lio asked the navigator, then turning to X4 and Al he said "You two find her a brain and some clothes."

After a trip into my room and to the sobriety box we returned to the bridge to find Red and Lio hunched over the hyperspace controls looking very pale and worried.

"Feeling better?" asked Lio in an annoyed tone.

"If by 'better' you mean I can now stand up, or I now feel like having several more gargle-blasters then yeah, but if by 'better' you mean like, better emotionally and mentally, perhaps spiritually, then absolutely not, and it's all your fault. But anyway, what's the deal?" I asked them before Al could.

"You wouldn't have, by any chance," began Lio tentatively, "have locked our trajectory in place towards a wormhole prior to feeling better, with anything other than your usual passcode, would you?"

"Oh," I said, realizing the direction this conversation was going in, "it's a distinct possibility."

He took a very deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Any idea what it was that you used instead?"

I thought very hard about this.

"No," I decided at last.

There was a brief silence, and everyone looked like they could use a few Pan-Galactic Gargle-Blasters.