Disclaimer: I own none of this. Those who do know who they are.

 

WARNING: some fighting and connotative language

         I rate this as roughly Y-14, maybe higher.

 

Poultry Problems Part 1

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Time:  shortly after receiving new vehicles and weapons and Joe's

return (Gatch II)

Where: Nambu's office, mid-morning.

 

"But WHY, hakase?!" I know you say outdated, but let's go with the

old look and still keep the new improvements!"

 

"No Ken."

 

"I AM NOT driving that...that henpecker on another mission! No babe

value in it whatsoever!"

 

"I said no, Joe."

 

"And we have NO personal vehicles! You took away my Cessna, so I

got fired from my mail job, and now I have nothing to fly offduty

and NO money at all!"

 

"You were gonna get fired anyway, Ken. No calls, no shows..."

 

"Shut up, Joe! At least I had a REAL job!"

 

"Racing's real! Need more balls for that than playing flying postman."

 

"I said shut up, Joe!"

 

"Make me." Joe murmured with a smirk as he gave Ken the 'bird'.

"Tweet, tweet, bowser boy."

 

Ken lunged, throwing himself and Joe into the couch behind them, which

under their momentum, flipped over sending both into the wall with a

resounding thud.

 

"Are you two little boys through with your little spat. I have more

important matters to attend to."

 

"Mmmpf...Joe, get off of me, you pervert! Hakase's talking to us!"

 

"And Golden boy's just gotta jump, eh?"

 

SLAP!

 

"Gee Ken, I didn't know you loved me so."

 

"Joe you jerk! We're totally off topic! We came here to get rid of

the poultry vehicles, remember?!"

 

"Oh yeah, but I'm still gonna whoop your butt later."

 

"Sure, whatever. I'm really shaking."

 

Joe remained quiet. He had yet to reveal his new 'inner'self which

would enable him to crush human bone. Though he'd never use it against

his teammates, he knew the upperhand was always his now.

He helped Ken pull the couch upright and nodded for Ken to continue

the conversation with Nambu who was now scowling and shaking his head.

 

"Hakase, I have a propo--"

 

"We" Joe interrupted.

 

"WE, have a proposition for you. "Ken corrected.

 

Nambu hid his urge to chuckle. These two, trying to be serious and

business-like while looking the way they do (t-shirts, long, straggly

hair,etc) was simply hilarious. Not-to-mention, neither of them

experienced enough to understand the formalities of business etiquette.

Still, it was cute to see them try as they so often did

as kids before, using lines from television shows.

 

"Ok, Ken, Joe, I'm listening."

 

"Hakase, WE propose that WE will use aforementioned poultry vehicles

on missions if WE can have our old vehicles for our civvy mode. They

don't have to transform. WE just want them for everyday use for our

civvy lives."

 

"You don't havta emphasize 'we' so often. I think Hakase and myself

fully understood you the first time."

 

"Shut up, Joe."

 

"Blow me, Ken."

 

"You'd like that wouldn't you."

 

"Hey wait! I have an idea!"

 

"You Joe?!"

 

"Shut up, Ken."

 

"Hakase, if you do this, I'll...I'll give you a nice Sicilian one.

It's against my reputation as a lady's man, but this is worth it."

 

Ken slammed his own head into a wall several times.

 

"Uh, no Joe, I don't think I'll be needing one."

 

Ken put his arm around Joe. "So does that offer stand for your 'other'

commander as well?"

 

"Hell no! You ain't got nuthin' to give me! Hakase's got my blue baby,

you don't! And stop touchin' me! You're giving me the creeps!"

 

Ken moved away from the ready to erupt Sicilian.

 

"I will CONSIDER your offer." Nambu calmly stated.

 

"The blow job?!"

 

"No Joe. The proposition with the poultry vehicles."

 

Ken knocked on Joe's head. "Hello? Anyone there? Idiot!"

 

"K'so!"

 

"What're ya gonna do Joe, beat me again?"

 

"Toast the Eagle on a BBQ and use the Clucker-1 for a lapdance

table at a nudie bar."

 

"You can have the Clucker-1! But, I will NOT allow myself to participate

as the lead role in your BBQ!" Ken then bit back a laugh,

"Clucker-1?! Perfect name for it." he thought.

 

"Then you owe me a blow job." Joe muttered.

 

"I don't fly that way. Is that ALL you have on your mind?"

 

"You wanted me to do that to you previously."

 

"I was kidding, Joe."

 

"Could've fooled me."

 

"Just get your mind out of the gutter for a few seconds, Joe."

 

"Fine. I'm thinking about beatin' the crap outta you now."

 

"Oooohhh, and I suppose I should be scared now."

 

"You should be. When I get through with you, Jun's gonna havta lose

interest in you cause you won't have nuthin' down there to please

her with."

 

Ken cringed inside. He now knew where the Condor was going to focus

his fight.

 

"WILL YOU TWO GET OUT! I have important matters to attend to! I don't

need to hear you two bitching and moaning in an infatile struggle

of superiority and machismo!"

 

"Yes, Hakase. Sorry." Ken and Joe said in unison as they quietly left

Nambu's office.

 

 

 

to be continued in Pt.2