Kip OMEGA

Sam

Script

Sam: *quietly* Oh, I see. I'm sorry. What... happened?

Kip: You wouldn't believe me if I told you. But, he's dead now. Why does it matter to you?

Sam: I'm a bartender. I take pride in my work.

Kip: What does being a bartender have to do with things mattering?

Sam: It's my job to listen. *pauses* Say... you're one of Benjamin's kind, aren't you? I thought the moon-people all had white hair.

Kip: I used to. Until they got a hold of me in Zot and did this to me. Most people aren't born with plates bolted to their body, if you know what I mean.

Sam: Unless, of course, you're my wife. *whispers* I mean, underneath that dress, she has buns of--

Gert: *yells from other room* SAMUEL! I heard that!

Sam: See what I mean?

Kip: O.o... TMI.