Hail Potato!
        We rejoin our heros,
                THE EXITING SPACE EIGHT !!!!!!
or at least two of the more expendable members thereof in the grease
stained kitchen of Guy & Guy's Bar & Grill.  The wafting stench of food
that had died and gone to hell years ago without benefit of a proper
burial (i.e. being cleaned up) eminated from every fungus stained surface
exposed to smell.  Captain Potato Head took his nose off and tossed it
back out the swinging doors, whence entered the worried looking serving
droid, who was dry washing his hands in what appeared to be a nervous
habbit.
        "Moooo" said Astro-cow.
        "So where're the tables, man?" asked Captain Potato Head, becoming
just a bit suspicious.  He became just a bit more suspicious as the
worried looking serving droid began plucking sensory organs off of him,
like eyes and ears, and leaving them on the unsanitary floor.  His eye,
fortunately, or unfortunately, landed pupil up on the ground so that he
could see everything that happened thereafter.
        The worried looking droid tossed him lightly into the sink and
started scrubbing, saying "You must be clean sir," and singing a robotic
rendition of "Some one's in the kitchen with Liza..."
        "Help!" cried his lips from the floor, which drew the attention of
his faithful sidekick Astro-cow.  He (the cow) took a good long look at
the lips, decided to play a game of hide and seek with his old buddy the
Potato, and took off into a storage pantry with the lips.  "You idiot!"
cried Captain Potato Head.
        The sounds that followed, originating as they did from a being who
was being sliced into homogenous sized fries, and then being boiled in
scalding 10 year old grease, were really quite hiddeous, and shall
therefor not be repeated for the sake of our more delicate readers.
Suffice it to say that in a last ditch effort of vengeance Captain Potato
Head managed to give Astro-cow one hell of a bite on his....
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        The zealous space cop paused in the foyer, and considered throwing
a stink bomb into the bar to knock out the customers before he proceded.
He caught a wiff of the stench of the establishment and aptly guessed the
futility of such an action.
        He burst through the doors, Mega-Messy-Tissue-Disruption-Rifle in
hand.  "Alright you thievin' varmints," he called, "Are you goin' to come
quiet like or do I get to blast your putrid hides to yesteryear?"  He
smiled at his raw wit, and light glinted off his cool man shades.  Some
tough looking thug from the table of four in the corner opened his mouth
to respond, so he blasted a hole through the guy the size of a
watermellon.  His mates quickly drew their hardware and landed three quick
blasts right where the space cop would have been if he hadn't taken Ballet
for sixteen years as a child.
        THE EXCITING SPACE EIGHT !!!!!, Being only six at the bar, decided
to promptly drop the 'c' from their name and become the Exiting Space
Eight, jumping quickly over bar to take shelter behind it.  "Where is our
wonderful, all hail, fearless leader that I'm totally subservient to and
madly in love with?" asked Arbourbot, referring of course to Captain
Potato Head.  She and her new found buddy Smack, the deadly looking
desperado, went off into the Management Only section to look for him.
Baron of the cosmos and the one eyed one legged fork tongued llama went
off in another direction, looking for Astro-cow and a good time, and all
four told Krauslich and Buckaneer Weiler to wait for them to come back.
This wasn't a problem, for Buckaneer Weiler had discovered a bottle of rum
behind the bar and a fire arm of awsome calibre, and had great fun  
participating in the shootout from behind the bar.  Krauslich discovered
the same bottle of rum as Buckaneer Weiler and was thus also content.
        The one eyed one legged fork tongued llama, unfortunately, didn't
make it very far without being pegged off by either the Space cop or the
three remaining thugs at the table for four (although witnesses later
swore the shot came from behind the bar).  The space cop, recognizing one
of the 
        STUPENDOUS SPACE SEVEN !!!!!!! 
used a tractor beam device to bring its limp corpse to him and called out
if there were any more members of the 
        STUPENDOUS SPACE SEVEN !!!!!!!
in the bar.  Buckaneer Weiler and Krauslich, hidden behind the bar,
replied that no, everyone they new belonged to an elite club called 
        THE EX(C)ITING SPACE EIGHT !!!!!
at which point in time the cop thanked them politely from his hold out in
the entranceway, and danced his way back to his ship.  The thugs at the
table continued to shoot for a long while afterwards, but no one really
paid them much mind.
        Arbourbot and Smack had gone looking in a rusty old space hulk for
their fearless leader when the rusty old space hulk, at the instigation of
Guy & Guy, who was quite fed up with the whole Bar & Grill gig, took off
for a destination unknown.
        That swashbuckling devileer, the handsomely adventurous all around
great guy Baron of the Cosmos fell into a transdimensional vortex whilst
playing a rousing game of Mega-Magnetic Pinball and was transported
elsewhere.
        Weiler and Krauslich waited for everyone to come back.
        Astro-cow hid.
        Across the vast reaches of space a blood curdelling scream
eminated from a bunker on the planet Voorblox.  Princess Becker had tipped
the chair she was tied to over and was calling and yet laughing to
herself: "I've fallen and I can't get up!"

        Stay tuned next time for further adventures of
                THE EXITING SPACE EIGHT !!!!!!!