Vacationing

[sentryslinger]

[Continuing this thread, in which Spy has convinced Engineer to spend a vacation with him. Fishing, fine dining, and some enemy bonding ensue.


Engineer steps into the elevator, hitting the button for their floor, pulling at his collar to loosen that next button.]

Hey, thanks again for the dinner and the suit. I'll have to put it to use some other time to justify your spendin' money on all this.

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[not_onyourside]

[Plan foiled.]

At least zhis one ees easily remedied.

[He hands him the rest of the popcorn.]

[sentryslinger]

[He takes it, scarfing down a handful as he heads for the door.]

Let's see if any place is open for dinner.

[not_onyourside]

What are you een zhe mood for? I chose last night.

[sentryslinger]

I could go for a good old-fashioned burger myself. Nothin' fancy.

[not_onyourside]

I am sure zhere ees a place around here to accommodate zhat. Places zhat sell burgers often also sell milkshakes, and I approve of zhat.

[sentryslinger]

Sounds like a plan to me, mister.

[He holds the door open for Spy, tossing what's left of the food into the trash on the way out.]

[not_onyourside]

[Spy heads out into the street, noting that the clouds have thinned out letting the waning sun shine.]

You get one more night of rest before you may return to zhe base and resume fixing zhe sink.

[sentryslinger]

We'll see if I get any tonight. Can't say I do much better at the base.

[not_onyourside]

All zhat tells me ees you need to go on more trips and learn to relax.

[sentryslinger]

If only I had the time, partner.

[not_onyourside]

How many projects are you currently working on?

[sentryslinger]

More than I can and should go over with you. Some of 'em are small and personal, and others are for the team.

[And then there are those he talks about with no one under threat of death.]

[not_onyourside]

I see. Well I will not pry, I do not want to compromise your work.

Do you ever relax? Or work on zhings for fun?

[sentryslinger]

When I find the time.

[So no, not particularly.]

If I can make time for it, I do. And some things get pushed to the head of the line because they can't wait.

[not_onyourside]

I will take zhat as a no zhen.

Zhere ees more to life zhan machinery.

[sentryslinger]

And I suppose you could tell me all about those things.

[not_onyourside]

But of course!

Consider eet educational.

[sentryslinger]

And what subject would you suggest I start with, professor?

[not_onyourside]

For you I would suggest getting outside and enjoying zhe scenery. I am sure you spend days hunched over your work bench never knowing what time eet ees.

[sentryslinger]

I could just build a clock to fix that.

[not_onyourside]

But would you look at eet?

[sentryslinger]

I might, if I placed it in the right spot on my workbench.

[not_onyourside]

Zhat ees not sounding promising.

[sentryslinger]

It probably isn't.

[He laughs, knowing Spy is serious about vacationing. His stomach grumbles mid-laugh, though; they should probably focus more on getting that food and less on what they're not doing to take care of themselves.]

[not_onyourside]

[There's a burger place around the corner that Spy leads them to; complete with wire chairs, black and white tiles, and a few couples sharing milkshakes out of the same straws.]

Ah, zhis looks promising een my quest for milkshakes.