"Yipes!" said Space Baron, using lame comics lingo really pathetically as Brian tipped a pot of coffee in his lap. "I am going to have to go to the doctor about this."
"Sorry..." said Brian meekly, for he knew that if he didn't say anything then Space Baron would have to say two lines in a row and he would look stupid for saying nothing.
"To the Space-Baron-Mobile!!!" Exclaimed the Space Baron dramaticallly.
"How come you get a cool vehicle named after you?" asked Brian, hurt, because he didn't have a cool vehicle named after him.
"Because I am the star of this story, and I have a better name than you and I just AM better than you," said Space Baron, glowering down on Brian to put him in his place.
"But it isn't fair!" shoputed Brian. Then, because shoputed isn't a verb, he shouted it too. "Can't we name something after me jsut for one episode?" he pleaded, tears streaming down his face.
"No," said the Space Baron emphatically, "It would sound pretty dumb if I said; 'to the Brian-Mobile' wouldn't it?" he added before adding this: "Maybe we can find something more suitable to name after you."
"Like what?" asked Brian. The pathetic verbs beginning to take over as Karl realises that he will never write an episode of the Space Baron quite as good as Rob.
"I don't bloody know, now let's get to the doctor, this coffee burn is starting to really hurt," said the Space Baron as the coffee burn started to really hurt.
"OK," said Brian as they went to the doctor.
In the Space-Baron-Mobile they jumped and raced off into the distance, doing doughnuts and fishtails and u-turns because they were completely lost. But eventually, after knocking Brian, who was navigating, unconcious, the Space Baron managed to navigate to the surgery, across the road from their flat.
The Space Baron story went on and on, with lots of fascinating creatures and adventures at the surgery. Space Baron had to use his real name in order to get his medical records from file and the doctor was drunk. Excitement happened in barrel-loads and there were lots of jokes and stuff. Karl decided that he didn't want to write all this stuff, not because he couldn't think of it, but because he was hungry and wanted to go and have lunch (as well).
Brian had a mysterious coffee burn healing drug named after him - Brian-Weed - which is made by mowing the lawn (which he had not done for weeks), then pulverising the by-product.
THE END