Back on the Bebop , the crew is eating a watery stew. No beef. No peppers. "Did you get him?" Jet asks, his voice soft.
Spike is staring at the ceiling, a cold cigarette dangling from his lip. Cowboy Bebop
Spike pulls a fresh cigarette from his pocket and strikes a match. The flame flickers in his mismatched eyes—one seeing the present, the other trapped in the past. Back on the Bebop , the crew is eating a watery stew
"We’re out of beef," Jet grunts, not looking up. "And bell peppers. And fuel." Back on the Bebop
"It’s 50,000 Woolongs," Jet reminds him, his cybernetic arm whirring as he snips a tiny leaf. "That’s a lot of bell peppers."
The Bebop drifts silently through the void, a lonely ship in a vast, uncaring galaxy.