As 60 square metres of seething sweating youth bounced up and down in unison Space Baron looked on concerned. His consternation was increased by the apparently chaotic thrash, bash and dong of the music which was somehow very loud, even through his Space Baron(C) Hyper-protecto(TM) Y2K compatible ear plugs. He could smell illicit substances all through Festival Hall with his (patent pending) Odor Enhanceorator nose ring. (Incidentally this device has now flooded the market so if you see a guy in spotlessly clean doc martens and an ironed Nirvana forever t-shirt with a nose ring, he is probably a cop).
"There's something wrong here Brian." He shouted to Brian.
What?" Brian Screamed back.
"I said there's something wrong here!" Space Baron tried again.
Brian waved a flaming lighter in front of Space Baron's face, but Space Baron shook his head and stoically asked the question again. This time Brian smiled knowingly and handed SB an illicit looking pipe with an extremely illicit smell coming out of one end.
"YOUR STONED OFF YOUR FACE!!!!!" screamed Space Baron at the top of his lungs, a moment after the music suddenly stopped, his words echoing round the otherwise silent hall. Since the concert was over everyone turned to look, some cheering, others laughing. Space Baron's embarassed face turned red, but not as red as Brian's eyes.
"Let's go to KFC, I'm starving." said Brian, giggling.
Space Baron only had time to bend one of Brian's fingers back so that it touched his own arm, on the other side, when his attention was distracted by the goings on back stage. He let Brian's finger go and Brian looked at the obscene angle of his dislocated finger and started to giggle again.
"That's it, they're using the music as a code to tell the roadies where to drop the drugs. If I'm not mistaken, that song "Disused Warehouse near McWhirters in the Valley" was telling them to deliver the drugs to that old house on the corner of Logan Road and Padstow Road." said Space Baron before pushing Brian off the balcony and running to the stairs. Brian hung in the air for a while before his addled brain remembered the law of gravity and he thudded to the ground. When Space Baron reached the bottom of the stairs and picked Brian up, and told him that they would go to Hungry Jacks later, and ran to the stage the roadies had gone, with the drugs.
"Quick, to the 593" shouted Space Baron as he ran out of the hall and Brian, giggling like a school girl, followed.
It was with great determination and a plastic fork in each of Brian eyes, to convince him that they didn't need to stop at Subway, that Brian reached the bus stop 5 minutes later. It was with great cruelty and frustration that he deprived Brian of munchies and hurt him often while they waited the remaining 45 minutes for the bus.
As they got out of the bus at multicap meadows Space Baron redirected Brian who had been distracted by the smell of Gourmet sausage rolls at BP towards the old house. Much to his dismay there were already ambulances, police cars, Fire engines, an racq car and a council roadworks truck all at the scene.
"Your heroics aren't required today, Space Baron." said police commissioner Liam J Gumby.
Frustrated and rejected, Space Baron kicked Brian all the way home.
Will Brian recover from his bout of "being stoned".
Will Space Baron's confidence suffer as a result of this rejection.
Will one episode of this serial ever follow on from another?
Find out all this and more in the next episode of SPACE BARON!