Kaz (kazbaby) wrote,
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Fic: Butt-Joke

Author's Notes: Uh, this just kind of hit out of boredom after battling insane grocery shoppers. I needed a laugh and for some reason this came out. I think this is only the second time I've tried dialog only fic. No beta's were harmed in the writing of this, so any mistakes are my own. All feedback is welcome.
Rating: PG-13 (earth slang)
Setting: Let's just go with somewhere in season 3.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, we'd have a Farscape channel.

Butt-Joke


“So a Banik and a Sebacean walk into a bar – stop me if you’ve heard this one.”

“What kind of Sebacean?”

“Kind? There is no ‘kind’, only male and female.”

“That’s what I meant, what was it?”

“A male, now can I tell the joke?”

“Sure, sure, it’s your dollar.”

“…”

“…”

“Go on, I won’t stop you.”

“A male Banik and a male Sebacean walk into a bar…”

“I’m happy now, but what kind of bar?”

“…”

“A bar of ill-repute.”

“Ooooh, a kitty-cat club, I like those.”

“A what?!”

“A titty bar, strip joint, juke-joint, champagne room, gentlemen's club.”

“…”

“Never mind - a bar of ill-repute. I’ll be quiet now.”

“Take your frelling coin, your drink, your friend and get the hezmana out of here. I don’t need the likes of you interrupting me continuously!”

“Come on, Stark, some people just can’t take a joke.”
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