Joe and Bob never had much to do at the remote and run-down Radar Station Theta-1B-47892. The excitement of serving in the Classic Space Corps quickly wore off and astro-boredom set in. It wasn't long before they couldn't stand the sight of each other. Both being passionate followers of cyborg racing, and with nothing else to do, they argued endlessly over their favorite stars. The disagreements grew more and more heated.
Joe broke the cribbage board over Bob's head...
Bob locked Joe in the loo...
One thing led to another, and in the end the two decided to turn themselves into cyborg racers to settle the dispute head-to-head. Their isolation induced craziness made this seem like a perfectly reasonable thing to do. Since they did not have the materials to make standard spacegoing racers they agreed to race on the ground, along a course their robot was to set up while they each built their racers in secret. When they were done they would have the robot surgically remove their heads and implant them on their new racing bodies.
Once they met at the starting line they fell to arguing yet again. Each man had assumed that the other one was building the same type of body as him. Neither believed it was a simple miscommunication, they both thought the other was trying to cheat.
While they were arguing their boss popped by for a surprise inspection. He fired them on the spot for gross misconduct and wanton destruction of company property (the cribbage board and their bodies).
Unfortunately he had to use the toilet while he was there, and since they'd already been fired, Joe and Bob had nothing left to lose.
They embarked on their race but never returned to the finish line. In fact they were never seen again.
It was not until much later that anyone began to connect the events at Radar Station Theta-1B-47892 with the reported sighting of Mysterion Object 113 in the system at the same time. Mysterionologists to this day continue to debate whether this is a coincidence or not.
If their boss could shed any light on the mystery, he sure isn't talking.
*Queue X-Files theme music...*
You know, I was reading through this and I realized something. This is the second space toilet you've built. You ever think of trying immodium or Pepto? It may help alleviate always having "that" on your mind... then again, look how many bedroom scenes I've built. ~ Chris.
Hahaha! That is bar none the funiest thing I have seen on this site! Excellent building and wit to match. I love the cresent on the waaaay out house and the banter between the two, though simple, is a riot. Great work! Peace - Packie
He he, aestro-boredom... That mysterion looks great. I am a bit anoyed that you beat me to it. I had one planned that looks almost exactly like it... Oh, well, great minds think alike, I guess. Great story.