The Adventures of the Sulky Slut – Part 6

Part 6

“Oh. My. God. Corndogs! I thought these had been banned! I haven’t seen one of these in years,” Nole said through a mouthful. He and the crew of the Sulky Slut strolled down one of the main avenues on Port Europa, pushing through scattered crowds of tourists. Merchandise of all kinds, mostly of terrible quality, sat on display on bright carts along the road. Gray, squat buildings lined the street, covered in ugly advertisements, neon banners, and streamers.

Senys scrolled down the screen of his tablet. “The welcome guide says that corndogs are one of the top five exports of the Europan economy. Wait, that can’t be right…” he said, furrowing his eyebrows as he reread the section. Concentrating, he murmured to himself as he read: corndogs are one of the top five exports.

“At least that explains the smell,” said Logan, the ship’s security guard. He grinned, flashing his pearly whites as the crew laughed.

Nole frowned, unamused. Fresh corndogs for breakfast were, so far, the highlight of the trip for him. He finished off his third, taking a moment to gnaw the hardened breading off the stick before flicking it at a gleaming waste droid sweeping the street.

“Hey!” the droid said, then turned sadly back to his work and swept up the stick.

“Shirts! Get ya shirts here! Division Day shirts! Custom shirts made to order on the spot!” a street vendor with one eye cried nearby.

“Wait here, guys,” Nole said to the crew, then walked to the shirt vendor’s stand. After a few minutes, he returned with an armful of white t-shirts. “I got custom made shirts fresh out of the printer for all of us!” he said excitedly. “So we can match!”

He handed the shirts out. When they held them up, most of the crew sported looks of horror. Seeing the thrilled look on their captain’s face, they sighed and pulled the shirts on over what they already had on. Blazed across the front of the shirts, in bold black letters, were the words SULKY SLUT.

“Alright guys. You go on out and have fun today. Meet me at the bar we passed on the way in at 1900!” Nole said. The crew nodded, said goodbye, and wandered off down the street. Nole watched them go for a moment, then turned around to find the corndog vendor again.

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