Dipshits in Space: Season 10

Episode 110: Census Snack

Wow...don't know how I feel about this." Lawg sighed.

"I dunno. The SS Yeetball is actually pretty badass." Marley nodded.

"That fact that it's called the Yeetball is way funnier when it's not my ship."

"I mean...Greg kinda secretly owns it...my bad, hol up. GIZZY owns it." Marley sighed.

"So Greg is officially in prison, but just his body. But he's just in prison cryo as a fakeout, so he's running the Gizzy 3.0 body remotely...who he legally sold the ship to, but I'm the Captain on paper, because we're all legally dead and junk?" Lawg squinted.

"Yep. basically. I mean, Candice is actual dead, that's kinda sad."

"Yea I heard that, what the crap happened?" Lawg asked, sipping his beer and watching the trees sway.

"Choked on a ball of yarn." Mar shrugged.

"Don't we have anti-death clone technology?"

"Yea but it's super expensive and Greg's tightening funds and she annoyed everyone with the cat-thing."

"Lame. And Izzy is running a single Izzy, so we're all Rayth safe and the Feds are chasing the other Greg and Izzy who aren't part of our crew, and we're prepping for a long hyperspeed burn so we can hide from the Federation?"

"Yep. Super overcomplicated. We all needed a recap after the whole last thing, but Gre--uh, Gizzy kept her...Greg's promise and you got a ton of money from the ship sale. That's fun, dude. You like money."

"Aren't you freaked out that we're leaving our quadrant? Kind of a big deal. And why is Greg a full-time Gizzy now?"

"Something about Gregs putting out an energy thing that's easy to detect, so Greg and Izzy are running low-power stealth prototypes that way we don't light up on the radar every time they do something energetic. Gizzy assured us in the slideshow that most space is most space, therefore it's very similar, so aside from planets and governments and territories, we won't notice a huge difference in lifestyle. That's the whole reason we're using the Yeetball instead of the Groove wagon. Compact spherical design is easier to turbo-speed or whatever."

"The Groove wagon shall live on, in the impound, until we aren't still dead anymore and we get to return and bring her out of moth-balls." Lawg pouted.

"And Menace will eat the mothballs as usual. Dude, you got a Yeetball to captain though. This thing is technically smaller than the Wagon, but it's way more advanced and weird. You like weird, you like being captain of stuff, this feels kinda great to me."

"But it's just so..." Lawg hesitated.

"Ball-like?"

"Yea, really ball-ish. It's like a dirt meteor with a house on top and a spaceship inside the dirtball."

"Dude. Is this a power thing? Is it because you technically don't OWN the Yeetball? What don't you love about this thing? It's fast, it's stealthy, it's got hot tubs and like 3 pools in the man-cave basement, it's got 3 log cabins and like 5 decks. We're about to embark on a journey to places nobody has discovered with potentially untapped technology and untapped booty you can be a pioneer by chasing. You love booty."

"Just...freaks me out when the forcefields are transparent. It's like you realize a think wisp of energy ball-shell is separating you from just being in open-space in a log cabin with no windows or glass." Lawg whined.