“Hey there, ladies~ I’m the pilot on the ship, and of course it’s my job to get us out of all the…type scrapes. Tight scrapes? Type Scrapes.”
At the end of a long intergalactic journey, when the YogGoons were done their adventure for the day, they’d make a pitstop at one of the nearby planets and take in a galactic night on the town. Sips would try to hit on all the alien babes at the bar and try to woo them with his shiny pilot’s badge and show off one of his many pistols. But oh, if only his words actually came out right. Not to worry, his best buddy Sjin would clap him on the back and buy him another consolation drink.