Can you write a little story that includes 5 of these quotes just for the pure fun of being creative?

Hooray! The timing was right and I finally got to respond to a question. I had fun doing this one. Thanks, Sunshine!

THE GALAXY DINER

-OR- BLAGMORGLE BLUES

It was a slow night at the Galaxy Diner. Zigblat sat at the bar, morosely staring into his double shot of Argrythian ale. The stuff was vile, but he knew it would help ease the throbbing in his temples. The pain was excruciating. It was like experiencing a major brain shift at 20 g’s. He had done that once when using Jupiter’s gravity as a sling shot move to propel his Volkswagon Moonbus into deep space at near light speed. Zigblat shuddered at the thought. Once had been more than enough.

The bartender gave him a wry smile and shook his head in a ‘I told you so’ gesture. “You must be in a bad way, pal. The day bartender said you’ve been hangin’ around for hours, and now even he’s gone home. You been keeping track of the time? Zigblat raised his head and tried to open both eyes. “This is not a committee meeting,” he said coldly. “It’s the worst hang over… ever!”

After that, Zigblat pretended to ignore him, and he finally went to the other end of the bar to serve one of those disgusting Blagmorgles. He hated Blagmorgles! Some people might call him bigoted, but the very sight of them made his stomach churn. They had no discernable facial features, and couldn’t even speak normally! He had tried to communicate, but the only response he had ever gotten was a strangled sound like a cow being choked to death. “You can’t talk to those things,” he muttered to himself. “All you get is a bunch of goobletygook. Hah! It’s like a cow’s opinion. It doesn’t matter… its… MOO”. He laughed ruefully at his private joke.

The bartender was coming his way again. Zigblat waved him over. “Hey, buddy, I’d like a refill. Only make me a gargle blaster this time.” The bartender eyed him suspiciously.

“You know that stuff is pricey. You got the cash for it?”

“I’ve got all the money I need, if I die before four o’clock.”

“Why do you need a clock?” the bartender demanded. “You ain’t got nowhere to go and there ain’t nobody conna care if you get there. Besides, it’s already four o’clock on the other side of the asteroid!”

“Jeez!” complained Zigblat. “I’m out of this joint for a little while and everyone gets delusions of grandeur! You never turned a customer away before, Mr. High and Mighty. You must think you’re Donald Trump or Obi-Wan Kenobi or something!”

“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” mused the bartender. “Obi-Wan… Now that’s a name I’ve not heard in a long time. I wonder what the old boy is up to.”

“He’s up to his neck in movie royalties,” complained Zigblat, “while I can’t even buy a freakin’ gargle blaster!”

“Watch your mouth!” growled the bartender. “We run a clean place here! By the way, who is Donald Trump?”

“Oh, just some jerk who lives back on earth. He thinks he’s God’s gift to women. I think he’s more like a Blagmorgle with a bad haircut! Look,” he pleaded, “I’m good for the tab, and I really need that gargle blaster. And, I find your lack of faith disturbing” he finished. But the bartender wasn’t changing his mind. He put his hands on his hips and gave Zigblat a hard stare.

“As I see it,” said the bartender, “you have two options. Option one is to have that female Blagmorgle buy you a drink. I think she has a bit of a crush on you. No accounting for taste,” he added. “Option two is… absurd… so forget THAT one!”

“Wait a minute!” protested Zigblat. “WHAT is option two?”

“That you pay for the drink in advance,” replied the bartender.

Zigblat pressed his palms tightly to his aching temples. He knew when he was defeated.

“All right, ALL RIGHT! I’ll have a drink with her!” he said. Perhaps she would buy a few rounds. That way it wouldn’t matter WHAT she looked like. No chance for any witty conversation, though. Oh well. You win some, you lose some, and some get demolished by flaming meteors. He stood unsteadily and made his way toward the other end of the bar, wondering how he could break the ice. As he came up to her, he raised his hand in greeting.

“MOO,” said Zigblat.

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