New Earth

"You're such a dork," Cyril teleported them directly to Times Square. A few people dressed up as random characters were walking around. Half-Naked man in a cowboy costume strumming a guitar. The works. ((Grade my post on Heaven!))

Lily blinked at a woman in a tattered dress, "Does she... this planet has hermaphrodites?"

"What? Yes. What?" Cyril asked again, looking around.

Lily sighed, staring at a sign, "I want to see that," pointing at a poster for The Lion King.

"Ooh, nothing quite like an Earth musical," Cyril enthused. "Let's go see if it's playing!" Cyril offered Lily an arm and set off for Broadway.

Lily took his arm. A bit too much. "Err... sorry, dear..." she handed Cyril his arm back.

Cyril pretended like that hadn't happened. They arrived at Broadway and Cyril handed Lily the narrative reins cause he was tired.

The play went of without a hitch.

That is, if we're talking about a horse's hitch. Because it went out of control like fucking mustangs shot with pepperspray during a nonviolent demonstration.

Lily sighed, flying away with Cyril, "I didn't know that it was impolite to throw the popped corn at crazed gun-toters from Space Florida."

"I'm pretty sure that's considered impolite anywhere and anywhen." Cyril said, slipping his finger through a hole in his coat regretfully.

"Good show, though," Lily said, enjoying the pork she got from Pumba.

"Yes," Cyril said lightly, thinking about how all of the people on stage were human actors.

"Taste like those seagulls from earlier... or were those bald eagles?" She hummed, "Oh, Condors!" She kept listing off possible protected and/or endangered birds, chewing the stuff.

Cyril sighed. "So, has it occurred to you you are considerably weaker than before?"

Lily tried to drive her arm through Cyril's chest. Her eyes glared, "Damn. I thought that would work," she said spitefully.

She summoned Cyril's cloud and got away.

Cyril just teleported aboard his ship. He leaned against a bookshelf and looked at his nails. He waited.

"Lily" kicked Cyril out and telebliocked the ship, cackling madly.

Cyril teleported BESIDE the ship and grabbed on. He whistled and the door slid open. Cyril slipped in and stretched his hand out. A bubble of ki popped around "Lily." "Alright, Tantibi. Game over."

Lily glared at Cyril, hissing in some strange tongue. The ship seemed to hear it, "Self-destruct initiated."

Lily yawned, "Stand down, Seraph."

"Cyril-Epsilon-7-9-3," Cyril intoned the code to belay the self-destruct. "Where's Lily? Tell me and I might make your death quick."